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Airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of your mouth Cafe cars, corner bars, back roads, we did the south And I told the elevator operator See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down The wind and the willows, cigarillos and chairman mao Yeah I took a big hit of the counterfeit, but I'm better now I told the elevator operator See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down now And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter there's a chance that they're taking you out (now) And ah if it wasn't so tragic, I'd tell you everything from start to finish But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic That Slight of hand in the dreamland The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive You said you were travellin and you put me in your pocket You said I tasted like summer, you could feel our pine forest bed You words played on repeat in my head, and It took me a while to get you out But then I'd get a letter with you still calling me baby There's Pine needles in the parchment and you asking me if I was still searching For the world that I believed And I'd write back not meaning to send SongtexteHow I was fixing settle down in some quiet southern town Now I know you were with him all the while I didn't think corporate lawyers were your style And I told the elevator operator See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it d-d-d-down And All you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter, there's a chance that they're taking you out (aah) So daisy don't come, la la la, daisy don't come to New Orleans Daisy don't come, la la la, daisy don't come to New Orleans Daisy don't come, la la la daisy don't come to New Orleans Daisy don't come, ah daisy will you come? And ah if it wasn't so tragic, I'd tell you everything from start to finish But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic That Slight of hand in the dreamland The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive Aus Songtexte Mania