Happiness Alone — текст песни (Clint Black)

I think I`ll go back down to New Orleans, try to bury my travellin` bone
Unpredictable me like I swore I would be, nothing`s ever written in stone.
There`s a knock on her door, is she here anymore?
I guess me and the neighbors will see.
If the one thing that I couldn`t do without her
She couldn`t do without me.

Could I leave her behind, go on losin` my mind,
While the good times continue to roll.
With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans
And it really wouldn`t bother a soul
I could make all the rounds, paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own,
But a man can`t survive on Happiness Alone.

Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
A free wheeler`s got to feel right at home
But it`s a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
That old river`s gonna keep moving on
Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pulling me under
When you`re in it nothing ever seems clear
I could stand on the bank, just toss in my line
But there`s way too many fish around here

Could I leave `em behind for the one the line
Are the good times still gonna roll?
With this time on my hands, I could change all my plans
And it really wouldn`t bother a soul
I could make all the rounds, paint all the towns
Do all that and more on my own,
But a man can`t survive on Happiness Alone.