Peter Bradley Adams - New orleans

Ch^Dasin' the lights down the r^Aoad A^Gll the way to Louisi^Dana He's gone s^Bmix hundred miles But t^Bmhere's still a th^Dousand to ^Ago ^GThe moon's on the hori^Dzon P^Bmullin' his h^Aeart like the t^Gide He's f^Gound a q^Aueen down in o^Dld New O^Grleans And the di^Gstance is dr^Aivin' him b^Dlind

There's a Th^Dunderbird under the h^Aood And he'll p^Gush her as fast as she'll t^Dake him As the ra^Bmdio plays in the dark He'd f^Dly if he co^Auld T^Ghe road's narrow and wi^Dnding But his h^Bmeart is o^Apen w^Gide He's f^Gound a q^Aueen down in o^Dld New O^Grleans And he ca^Gn't get her ^Aout of his ^Dmind

The s^Dun it sneaks up from behi^And And pu^Gshes from across Ala^Dbama The wi^Bmndows are down And he's f^Bmeelin' the tem^Dperature cl^Aimb ^GHe's almost to the D^Delta ^BmAnd he's t^Araveled so f^Gar He's f^Gound a q^Aueen down in o^Dld New O^Grleans And s^Goon she'll be b^Aack in his a^Drms He's f^Gound a q^Aueen down in o^Dld New O^Grleans And s^Goon she'll be b^Aack in his a^Drms