(capo on fret 6)

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Em-----C-------G-------D----------Em-----
One last trip in me, I'll see the Big Easy,
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like I did as a happy young man.
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The bus ticket's one way,
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bound to relive beauty sleazy,
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that I bought with my wrinkled old hand.
Em-------C-----G-------D-----------Em--------
One last trip in me, I'll see golden trumpets
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like I heard when I knew who I was.
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And once last dance with the painted ladies
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who'd tease me, like they did here
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before all the fuzz in my head.

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I'm scared. But I think I know what I'm doing here.
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In this town. This old man-
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I'm gonna sip a whiskey with my withered hand,
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And recall... All the fun.
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That this life had gave me under the sun,
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And say thanks. And feel good.
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For all the times I had back when I understood.

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And my brain. I started missing words and didn't feel the same,
As I should. But I'm still me. So I'm checking out out while I can still live free,
And who knows? They might be proud? If at this classy exit, I was singing loud,
In this town. New Orleans. About the friends that made me, and the family that saved me and the wife I loved when I was still complete!

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