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“I’ve Got New Orleans In My Soul!” by Trevor Witt

I’ve got New Orleans in my soul!
I’ve got music in my bones,
And melodies in my brain,
Rhythms rushing around in my veins.

I’ve got New Orleans in my soul,
Jazz trumpets tweeting in my dreams,
And drum beats playing as I walk,
With syncopated words stum, stum, stumbling as I talk.

I’ve got New Orleans in my soul.
I’ve got muscles that want to dance.
I’ve got trombones in my legs.
I’m wearing jazz as my shirt and pants.

I’ve got all I need inside of me.
I’ve got New Orleans in my soul.
I’ve got New Orleans in my soul,
And now I am finally free.

“I Can’t Make You Happy” by Trevor Witt

I can’t make you happy,
Even if I gave you everything.
I’d write you love songs sappy.
I’d do my best to impress you,
Even though I cannot sing.

I can’t make you happy,
Even if I gave you everything.
If I always wore suits snappy,
I would do my best to look handsome,
Even though I’m just a bum.

I can’t make you happy,
Even if I gave you everything.
I’d give you all my money,
A billion or a penny,
But I’m broke; so you won’t get any.

I can’t make you happy,
Even if I gave you everything.
I’d give you melodies.
I’d write you music.
But I can’t make you sing.