I know you're down in Nola,
and I'm in a different state
But I could've swore I heard you a couple stools away
And I just had to turn around to shake a shadow of a doubt
It might be you Yeah,
cause something felt familiar
She walked up to the bar She ordered up a julep
Of a Louisiana draw My mind ran off to somewhere
Now I'm drinking in a world of deja vu
Ooh,
that rings a southern bell It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Berman Street summer Hands all over each other
If they pour me one more I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a southern bell So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
This journey on the jukebox The smell of lucky strikes
Kissing under Spanish moths And cotton-cane skies
It ain't just jasmine in the air That brings you back to me
Hell,
it's damn near everything That rings a southern bell
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Berman Street summer
Hands all over each other If they pour me one more
I'll get to looking up a number That rings a southern bell
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
Am
I on your mind?
Like you've been all night
Baby, I can't lie
I want one more tonight
Ooh,
that rings a southern bell It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of seven takes me back
To that Berman Street summer Hands all over each other
If they pour me one more I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a southern bell So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf