Where the Blues Were Born in New Orleans

Do you know what is means

To miss New Orleans

I miss it each night and day

The longer I stay away

Miss the moist covered vines

The tall sugar pines

Where mocking birds use to sing

And I like to see the lazy Mississippi

Are hurrying to spring

The Mardi Gras memories

Of Creol Tunes that fill the air

I dream of Orleanders in June

And soon I'm wishing that I was there

Do you know what is means

To miss New Orleans

And there is something more

I miss the one I care for

More than I miss New Orleans