New Orleans to Jackson

New Orleans to Jackson ©McKee/Swampgirl Music
New Orleans to Jackson, a three hour train ride
Way too short a time to ease back into life
Aint no palm trees swaying, there's no music on the corner
Just an old Baptist church with a graveyard by her side

Lord it seems so long ago we lingered over cocktails
We could hear the laughter and smoke hung in the air
Everything was simple then, so uncomplicated
Now it's just a smell in our clothes and in our hair

Don't everything about it put you in the past?
Songs we've sung and tales we've read
Aint it funny how a train can bring you back
To sit around and weave these pretty memories in your head

The Ponchartrain is cold but not as cold as the oysters
We had at Casamento's early Friday night
The clink of a beer glass, the wink of a waitress
The promise of a weekend slowly turning ripe

Don't everything about it put you in the past?
Songs we've sung and tales we've read
Aint it funny how a train can bring you back
To sit around and weave these pretty memories in your head

As we roll by Mendenhall, I recall a friend who's buried there
Seemed he was the one, that wanted the most to live
An old crow on a fence post watches the train go by
Like a honeysuckle vine life has these little twists.

Don't everything about it put you in the past?
Songs we've sung and tales we've read
Aint it funny how a train can bring you back
To sit around and weave these pretty memories in your head
To sit around and weave these pretty memories in your head