If you go to New Orleans I won't stop you leave our young team I will never leave this street I was born here, I will die here We were young We were free You were something I was nothing You were stung by a love so free Yours Truly, Little Pixie You don't know where your going Roads are long Roads keep bending And you will fall so slow You will fall so If you go to New Orleans Leave your pistol with your house keys Every song that we used to sing Is a black hole, dark and dreary We were love You ruined it all We were something Now we're nothing You were stung by a love so free Yours Truly, Little Pixie You don't know where your going Roads are long Roads keep bending And you will fall so slow You will fall so slow You will fall so slow You will fall so