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Live in Concert: The 24 Karat Gold Tour
Disc 1
01. Gold and Braid
02. If Anyone Falls
03. Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around
04. Belle Fleur
05. Gypsy
06. Wild Heart / Bella Donna
07. Enchanted
08. New Orleans
09. Starshine
10. Moonlight (A Vampire’s Dream)
Disc 2
01. Stand Back
02. Crying in the Night
03. If You Were My Love
04. Gold Dust Woman
05. Edge of Seventeen
06. Rhiannon
07. Landslide
In the city of dreams, lies the city's ghost

There's a beginning, there's a middle and an end
In this city we reach out for the middle ground
We throw a great party, so hearts will start to mend
We forgive, at least we try

In the midst of the sea of dreams lies a perfect storm
And in the sea of tears lies a city ghost
In the spirit of the Mardi Gras
Well, the people hope that their lives will get better
The people hope that their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
And go on down Bourbon street

I see a sea of smiles
I see a haunted city reaching out
I see hope in all their faces
Behind the mask of Mardi Gras
Where the good and the righteous walk
And the wicked as well

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna dress up, ooh yeah
I wanna wear feathers and lace (la, la, la, la)
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
And go down Bourbon street, hmm-hmm
Go on down Bourbon street

Within these rooms, I go up to my balcony
And I hang the paintings on the wall
And I open up my gallery and I open up my doors
I stare at the city, I stare at my city

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna get back to New Orleans
I wanna sing out in the streets of the French quarter
I wanna dress up, I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice

Go down Bourbon street
Go down Bourbon street
Go on down Bourbon street
Go on down Bourbon street
Go on down, go on down, go on down
Go on down Bourbon street

In the city of tears, lies the city ghost