Do you know what it means, to miss New Orleans, and miss it each night and day

I know I'm not wrong. The feelin's gettin' stronger, the longer I stay away.

Miss the moss covered vines, the tall sugar pines, where mockin'--birds used to sing.

And I'd like to see the la--zy Mis--sis--sip--pi a--hurryin' in--to spring.

The moon--light on the bay--ou, a Creole tune that fills the air;

I dream about mag--nol--ias in June, and soon I'm wishin' that I was there.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans when that's where you left your heart?

And there's something more, I miss the one I care for

More than I miss New Or--leans.