New Orleans In The Rain

New Orleans in the Rain
Written by: Slim Fatz

It feels just like New Orleans in the rain…
I can't remember why I came, the things I haven't done
The things I have forgotten, whole damn country feels the same.

It feels…
Toast a glass & taste her lips & leaving twenty dollar tips
And dancing with the maitre de who's prettier than me

It feels…
I spent about a hundred dollars on watered down Champagne
She thought I didn't notice but they all work the same.

It feels…
I guess it girl won't be the same, the quarter was a dollar twenty
I sucked too many brews, whatever happened to me & you?

It feels…
The years I spent on whiskey, women & some other things
The song I couldn't sing because I could barely walk.

It feels…
With your face behind a window I could barely read her lips
Your eyes are filled with quiet little tears.

It feels…
It was a hot & sweaty chamber was so grateful for a breeze
It feels just like the rain in New Orleans...