Tekster:
Orleans Sails

clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone Been out ice fishing, too much repetition Make a man wanna leave the only home he's known Sailed out

black car I got five hundred, hundred packs in my backyard Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails

be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where Went down to New Orleans

on the menu down at Fiddler?s Bar & Grill I got a taste for somethin' this town will never fill There?s a great big world out there for me to see I might sail

I'm sailin', sailin' Place I've never seen that's way down south Sweet old New Orleans 'Cause my hometown friend mistreats me awful mean If I could holler

Hugged those Yokohama mammas in the land of the rising sun But they could never hold a light to you I've sipped one or two mint julips down in sunny New Orleans

nah Wanna make her say uh uh uh uh nah nah nah nah Wanna make her say uh nah nah nah nah nah Hey, outta New Orleans, I met a fly girl, she's about nineteen

a rainy day To make a champagne shower Poach some horn and tusk To build an ivory tower Been to Philadelphia The day it was closed I walked to New Orleans

apartment, You sold your furniture, so we kissed on the carpet. it's like a whaling ship oh, is being on tour you know, next day you gotta set sail in