Tom: D
D A7sus D A
D A Em7
I think I'll go back down to New Orleans
D A G
Try to bury my travelin' bone
D A Em7
Unpre dictable me, like I swore I would be
A Asus A
No thing's ever written in stone
D Em7
There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore
D A G
I guess me and the neighbors will see
D A Em7
If the one thing that I couldn't do without her
A D
She couldn't do without me
G D/F# Em7
Could I leave her be hind, go on losin' my mind
D
While the good times continue to roll
G C
With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
C/B A Asus A
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
D C D
I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
G Gm
Do all that and more on my own
Bm7 A Em A D A7sus D A
But a man can't sur vive on happi ness a lone
D A Em7
Take a good look ar ound, this is New Orleans
D A G
A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
D A Em7
But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
A Asus A
That old river's gonna keep movin' on
D Em7
Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under
D A G
When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear
D A Em7
I could stand on the bank just toss in my line
A D
But there's way too many fish around here
G D/F# Em7
Could I leave 'em be hind for the one on the line
D
Are the good times still gonna roll
G C
And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
C/B A Asus A
And it really wouldn't bother a soul
D C D
I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
G Gm
Do all that and more on my own
Bm7 A Em A D A
But a man can't sur vive on happi ness a lone
