As the back roads came undone
I am failing as your son
To the tree-top-napping sun
I am failing as your son
Don't forgive me if I go
I am leery of Chicago
And if your bed's cold down by your toes
I got weary of Chicago
On my way to New Orleans
On my way to New Orleans
On my way to New Orleans
On my way to New Orleans
I've been thinking about
I've been thinking about
I've been thinking about
Heaven today