I have just arrived in New Orleans
Greener than the grass back home in Georgia
But I had played my hand
Lost my heart to a gambling man
New Orleans is home for him
He says it's home for me

But my eyes are open wide in New Orleans
For I have never seen this side of living
Now he wants men in silk white collars
To buy my love for silver dollars
New Orleans is home for him
But it ain't home for me

I'm going back to the red clay hills of Georgia
Leave the gambler and his dealings of love
'Cause I'll be damned if I'll be drug
Through that Louisiana mud
Not for lust or money
Not even for love