Oh, I can see your tracks but I won't follow them
I'll just hope for rain
Or some kind of crazy wind to erase them
And chase them into oblivion
Oh, I can smell the smoke from your fire, babe
But I'll leave you alone
And sleep in this lonely cave and pray
For a storm to scrub this dirt away
Oh, I can hear the snakes creeping cross the scene
I'm quaking in my boots
But you won't hear me scream
You're half way down to New Orleans
You're half way down to New Orleans

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