Traveling through the neighborhoods of New Orleans

Wandering through the streets of New Orleans town, With my old guitar, feeling kinda down. The jazz in the air, it's calling my name, But I can't shake off this feeling of pain. (Chorus) In the heart of the city, where the blues run deep, I'm just a lost soul, trying to find some sleep. Through the alleys and the bars, I roam, In the city of jazz, I'm trying to find home. Down by the bayou, where the waters flow, I hear the whispers of the past, oh so low. The ghosts of the music, they linger in these streets, In the land of the blues, where sorrow meets. (Chorus) In the heart of the city, where the blues run deep, I'm just a lost soul, trying to find some sleep. Through the alleys and the bars, I roam, In the city of jazz, I'm trying to find home. (Bridge) With every note played and every song sung, I feel the rhythm of this city, where I belong. But the road keeps calling, I can't stay for long, In the heart of New Orleans, where I sing my song. (Chorus) In the heart of the city, where the blues run deep, I'm just a lost soul, trying to find some sleep. Through the alleys and the bars, I roam, In the city of jazz, I'm trying to find home. (Bridge) With every note played and every song sung, I feel the rhythm of this city, where I belong. But the road keeps calling, I can't stay for long, In the heart of New Orleans, where I sing my song. (Chorus) In the heart of the city, where the blues run deep, I'm just a lost soul, trying to find some sleep. Through the alleys and the bars, I roam, In the city of jazz, I'm trying to find home.