The Place to Be.

A day in New Orleans unfolds the way a magnolia blossom does, slowly, of its own accord.

I know exactly what I have done below.

Ne-e-e-ew Orleans is the place to be. 
Creole living is the life for me. 

Broken streets and sidewalks spreading out far and wide,
You can keep Manhattan, just give me that Lower 9.

Mid-City is where I'd rather stay. 
I ge…