New Orleans

Ladies and gentlemen I’d like to present my son Paul Sylvester Morton Junior On Christmas 1999 in his own way As he managed to steal us on the piano Paul Morton Junior go ahead I used to sit for hours in my room Making music just because that’s what I love to do Now I have to Now so much is different I don’t understand Now all I hear is radio spins and what kid in place Can it be fun again Like it was back in New Orleans The place where I know what it all means I had dreams in New Orleans I done care what people thought of my songs Yes I think it’s time to go back home ‘Cause all my soul’s lost and it’s been too long