Southern Belle

I know you're down in NOLA, and I'm in a different state
But I coulda swore I heard ya a couple stools away
And I just had to turn around to shake a shadow of a doubt it might be you
Yeah, 'cause something felt familiar when she walked up to the bar
She ordered up a julep with a Louisiana drawl
My mind ran off to somewhere, now I'm drinking in a world of dejavú
Ooh, that rings a Southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of Seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer, hands all over each other
If they pour me one more, I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a Southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
It's Journey on the jukebox, the smell of Lucky Strikes
It's kissing under Spanish moss, and cotton candy skies
It ain't just jasmine in the air that brings you back to me
Hell, it's damn near everything
That rings a Southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of Seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer, hands all over each other
If they pour me one more, I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a Southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf
Am I on your mind
Like you've been on mine?
Baby, I can't lie
I want one more tonight
That rings a Southern belle
It's a burn that I know all too well
I can taste you in this whiskey glass
Every sip of Seven takes me back
To that Bourbon Street summer, hands all over each other
If they pour me one more, I'll get to looking up a number
That rings a Southern belle
So leave that bottle sitting on the shelf