Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans and miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong, this feeling's getting stronger the longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines, the tall sugar pines where mockingbirds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurrying into spring
The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air
I dream about Magnolias in bloom and I'm wishing I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans since that's where you left your heart
And there's something more, I miss the one I care for more than I miss New Orleans
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