New Orleans

I'd trade all four limbs

For a parade in New Orleans

I'd hold her in a gold chair

On my shoulders like a queen

I'd sway in the four winds

Digging a grave we'd all get in

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I'd trade all four limbs

For a parade in New Orleans

I'd hold her in a gold chair

On my shoulders like a queen

I'm afraid of the snake skin

And the suede boots walking in