(John J. Cale) Whippoorwill's singing, soft summer breeze; Makes me think of my baby left down in New Orleans, I left down in New Orleans Magnolia you sweet thing, you're driving me mad Got to get back to you, baby; You're the best I ever had; You're the best I ever had; You whisper, "Good Morning" so gently in my ear; I'm coming to you baby; I'll soon be there I'll soon be there