Border of the Quarter

	作曲 : Davis
	I come back to New Orleans
	'cause it's the only place I been
	where the air's so thick and sweet
	it feels like lovin' arms around me.
	Lazy trees, an ocean breeze,
	the rainy evenings listenin'
	To music oozing out of every door.
	It's like my heaven made to order
	'side the border of the quarter
	lord ain't no place like I ever been before.
	I used to watch and wonder
	at the ones who sang the blues
	and try to find out why they wanna get so low
	But even though I can't explain it now
	I join in when they're singin'
	and when the song is over
	cry for more, Oh lord!
	There's something 'bout the way
	the women walk in New Orleans
	Maybe it's just me 'cause
	I'm in love with all I seen there
	Bedroom by the balcony
	laughter lifting from the streets -
	forgetting what my pocketwatch is for
	It's like my heaven made to order
	inside the border of the quarter
	lord there's no place like I ever been before.
	I used to watch and wonder
	at the ones who sang the blues
	and try to find out why they wanna get so low
	But even though I cant explain it now
	I join in when they're singin'
	and when the song is over
	Cry for more, "Oh lord!"
	I come back to New Orleans
	'cause that's the only place I been
	where the air's so thick and sweet
	feels like lovin' arms around me.
	Lazy trees, an ocean breeze
	Rainy evenings listenin'
	To music oozing out of every door.
	It's like my heaven made to order
	'side the border of the quarter
	Lord ain't no place like I ever been before.

	zuò qǔ : Davis
	I come back to New Orleans
	' cause it' s the only place I been
	where the air' s so thick and sweet
	it feels like lovin' arms around me.
	Lazy trees, an ocean breeze,
	the rainy evenings listenin'
	To music oozing out of every door.
	It' s like my heaven made to order
	' side the border of the quarter
	lord ain' t no place like I ever been before.
	I used to watch and wonder
	at the ones who sang the blues
	and try to find out why they wanna get so low
	But even though I can' t explain it now
	I join in when they' re singin'
	and when the song is over
	cry for more, Oh lord!
	There' s something ' bout the way
	the women walk in New Orleans
	Maybe it' s just me ' cause
	I' m in love with all I seen there
	Bedroom by the balcony
	laughter lifting from the streets
	forgetting what my pocketwatch is for
	It' s like my heaven made to order
	inside the border of the quarter
	lord there' s no place like I ever been before.
	I used to watch and wonder
	at the ones who sang the blues
	and try to find out why they wanna get so low
	But even though I cant explain it now
	I join in when they' re singin'
	and when the song is over
	Cry for more, " Oh lord!"
	I come back to New Orleans
	' cause that' s the only place I been
	where the air' s so thick and sweet
	feels like lovin' arms around me.
	Lazy trees, an ocean breeze
	Rainy evenings listenin'
	To music oozing out of every door.
	It' s like my heaven made to order
	' side the border of the quarter
	Lord ain' t no place like I ever been before.