Come on, friends, and take me south of Tennessee
Come on, friends, and take me back to New Orleans
You'll drive me up on the night
You'll be sober by the time we arrive
Then you'll see who was the dear
As we travel through time
Don't listen to the sound of the beat
Steal your soul from the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow
Don't listen to the sound of your sorrow