Clara left town on the Natchez Trail to New Orleans
Says she’s gonna stay for a couple of days and then drive along the sea
But I never heard of anybody
Leaving New Orleans early
Shining like a Mississippi pearl
Hanging on the edge of the world
Shining like a Mississippi pearl on the edge of the world
Doesn’t it make you wanna dance just a little bit later
Papers say it’s a matter of days til you wash away
Way across Lake Pontchartrain
New Orleans sings it night and day
Clara doesn’t know I used to call it home there
Thinking how I could drive all night and meet her in the morning
Close my eyes, hear those horns
Calling me home to old New Orleans
