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Jul 2022
We decide where to go right before we leave
In our hurry we forget the keys
Want to hang out but we only have an hour
Do you want to buy me a whiskey sour?

Keep me in your pocket until you need a ride
I just keep on falling into your landslide

There's a place I go in the back of my mind
Where I feel your love and I know you're mine
Believe you me, I know it's a fantasy
Give me a second, I'll come back to reality

Keep me in your pocket until you need a right
I just keep on falling into your landslide

These hands haven't been held in way too long
These lips forgot how to sing your song
Knock down the cobwebs, shake off all the dust
My throat's too dry to talk about us

Baby, Bourbon, St. Peters, to Tchoup
There's nowhere in the world I'd rather stop
I'm not as dumb as I used to be
I know you're using me
But don't stop using me
Ode to New Orleans
Caroline Stradley
Written by
Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
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