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New Orleans (Green William Clark)

I'm going crazy mama, I'm coming home Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone. I'm eager like a top ready to come unwound This truck has seen the miles, but your smile is where I'm bound. And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans But I only got a quarter for gasoline I got a half a tank of gas, and I'm burning oil And I'd rather be from rags because the riches are too damn spoiled I got a friend in Fort Worth, said he'll loan me some bills Then I'll fill up with gas, and I'm spinning my wheels And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans But I only got a quarter for gasoline And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans But I only got a quarter for gasoline