Take Her To The Mardi Gras Lyrics - In Concert On Broadway - Harry Connick, Jr.

Hart Corey 

Young Man Running 

Don't Take Me To The Racetrack 

Oh yea 

Oh yea 

Oh no, no 

Your mother told me that you 

Don't live at home no more 

Your mother told me that she don't like 

The way I call you on the telephone 

The old lady cursed the day that I was born 

You never answer when I come by your door 

Yet, leave me messages I cannot ignore 

For a light dance, we took some heave steps my dear 

You wear my trench coat in the rain and disappear 

Does the forecast say? 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

Cause I don't want to place or show-ow 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

I'm not the jockey you think you know-ow 

So, don't take me to the racetrack (to the racetrack) 

You left a note for me to wait in the park 

Two weeks have passed the leaves turn gray and dark 

I'm confused at all the things you've said 

There's no wall big enough for me to crash my head 

You're too romantic and so foolish she equipped 

Every love story will have it's own script 

Something strange at work with one's integrity 

The way we bleed our hearts and hang on hopelessly 

And the forecast says? 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

Cause I don't want to place or show-ow 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

I'm not the jockey you think you know-ow 

So, don't take me to the racetrack, oh yeah 

Don't take me to the racetrack, (racetrack, racetrack) 

Oh 

Don't you take me to the racetrack, (racetrack, racetrack) 

Here we go 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

I'm not the jockey you think you know 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

I know there's trouble down below 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

Mmm 

To the racetrack 

Don't take me to the race 

Don't take me to the racetrack 

Oh yea.