I remember southern lights in New Orleans
Living like a gypsy in a French Quarter dream
From my window at the top of the stairs
I read your letter but it did not compare with
Chorus:
With those southern lights
With those southern lights
Oooooo you've got this gypsy mesmerized
Midnight phone calls from the girls downstairs
Saying words that only come from a sailor's prayers
But from my window at the top of the stairs
I read your letter but it did not compare
With those southern lights
With those southern lights
Oooooo you've got this gypsy mesmerized
Dixie music filling up the air
Setting me back to the times that we once shared
But they did not compare
(Repeat Chorus)
Southern days southern nights
Turn off the days and turn on the lights
Southern days southern nights
Turn off the days and turn on the lights
No they didn't compare.