To New Orleans
I'm going to New Orleans
Down the Mississipi
Leaving this big city
For something I can't repent
The people are so different
Don't need a Winters coat
I'm treated as a stranger
In a culture so remote
I'm working near the river
No postcards to be sent
Can not trace my presence
For they know not where I went
I met a girl to marry
And now have three kids
Some strange men came looking
People asking where I've been
I hid to the bayou
With the help of my friends
The parish sherrif told me
No need to run again
I mailed back pictures
readied for for a visit when
my winters coat was waiting
I felt as a stranger again