作词 : Black, Buffett, Nicholas (Clint Black/Jimmy Buffett) I think I'll go back down to New Orleans Try to bury my travelin' bone Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be Nothing's ever written in stone There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore I guess me and the neighbors will see If the one thing that I couldn't do without her She couldn't do without me. Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind While the good times continue to roll With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own But a man can't survive on happiness alone. Take a good look around, this is New Orleans A free wheeler's got to feel right at home But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep That old river's gonna keep movin' on Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear I could stand on the bank just toss in my line But there's way too many fish around here. Could I leave 'em behind for the one on the line Are the good times still gonna roll And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own But a man can't survive on happiness alone...
作词 : Black, Buffett, Nicholas (Clint Black/Jimmy Buffett) I think I'll go back down to New Orleans Try to bury my travelin' bone Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be Nothing's ever written in stone There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore I guess me and the neighbors will see If the one thing that I couldn't do without her She couldn't do without me. Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind While the good times continue to roll With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own But a man can't survive on happiness alone. Take a good look around, this is New Orleans A free wheeler's got to feel right at home But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep That old river's gonna keep movin' on Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear I could stand on the bank just toss in my line But there's way too many fish around here. Could I leave 'em behind for the one on the line Are the good times still gonna roll And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns Do all that and more on my own But a man can't survive on happiness alone...
