I said, Hey Hey Hey, Hey Ya
I said, Hey, Hey Ya Ya
Well come on everybody
Make a trip with me
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans
They got the honeysuckle
Blooming on a honeysuckle vine
Love is bloomin' there all the time
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans
You know that any Southern Belle
Is a Mississippi Queen
Hey Hey Hey Hey Ya
Hey Hey Ya Ya
Well come on everybody
Take a stroll with me
We gonna listen to the music
With a Dixieland beat.
They got the magnolia blossoms fill the air.
If you ain't been to heaven
You ain't been here
Now all the French moss hangin'
From a big oak tree.
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans.
Hey Hey Hey Hey Ya
Hey Hey Ya Ya
Well let's go everybody
Take a trip with me.
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans.
They got the honeysuckle
Blooming on a honeysuckle vine.
They got love bloomin' there all the time.
You know that any Southern Belle
Is a Mississippi Queen.
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans.
Well ,come on,
You got it
We gonna dance, going to New Orleans.
That's the place
I said, come on
Come on, come on, come on
My Lord how the rains came down
The waters made a mighty sound
When the levees broke that day
Washin' all those souls away
The whole world stood to watch us drown
But we took it to a higher ground
It takes more than a hurricane
To empty out the Pontchartrain
Long ago we broke the chains
In New Orleans New Orleans
When Brother Bill and Sister Nell
Are singing like a ringing bell
Then you'll know all is well
In New Orleans New Orleans
Bring it all, fire and flood
Fill the rivers up with mud
To cut and run ain't in our blood
We are New Orleans
So baby let the life roll on
The blues were made to make us strong
We're walkin' in a brighter day
Nothin' can get in our way
The whole world stood to watch us drown
He was twenty-five, she was twenty-eight
He was home grown country, she'd just pulled off the interstate
She bought a Dr. Pepper, ten dollars worth of gas
She was ovbiously lost but too afraid to ask directions
So he offered her a smile and a stick of Beech Nut gum
He said where you headed to girl, where are you coming from
She said
New Orleans but that's another story
New Orleans that's another time
That's another town, that's another life
First she stayed a day then she stayed a week
Couple of months later they were living on his parent's street
He worked the station and she worked the store
And then they had a baby and
Then they had one more little Jesse
When she dropped the kids off at the mother's day out
All the ladies had their questions
But they knew not to ask about
New Orleans but that's another story
New Orleans that's another time
That's another town, that's another life
Wednesday night supper at the First Baptist Church
Stranger standin' in the doorway
As they're passin' out the dessert
He said go on and pack your bags
Cause I'm here to take you home
I'm goin' back to Louisiana
And woman I ain't gonna go with out you
There's a few defining moments in every person's life
When you know what you've done wrong
And you know what you've done right
And before the congregation and her husband and her kids
She says, "How dare you even speak to me
After everything you did"...in
New Orleans but that's another story
New Orleans that's another time
That's another town, that's another life
Have you ever been down to New Orleans
Fa La, them cajun queens
Crying the blues is what they do down there
Fortune teller, he knows your name
Fortune teller, he'll tell you your game
Crying the blues, that's what they do down there
Money dripping from a willow tree
He never want me
Lazy bones, I ain't got a dime
Just biding my time
If I find a way to choose
New Orleans, where they're crying the blues
Drinking bourbon from a dixie cup
Hanging out till the sun comes up
Crying the blues is what they do down there
French women, all I need
Up and down old Bourbon Street
Crying the blues is what they do down there
If I find a way to choose
Come on
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
Headin' south from Detroit
I got Cajun cookin' on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
I'll be high 10 Rollin' till the early morning break daylight
A jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna start my day
But when the sun goes down we gonna "bon temps roulez"
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans where the stars on the sidewalk shine
Burnin' through Mississippi with the Big Easy on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
And I'm gonna party like the devil if the Neville brothers play tonight
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna make my day
Down on the Bayou singing Hey Pocky Way
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
Down in New Orleans good peoples they's hard to find
I bet he's making gumbo and drinkin' homemade wine
A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
I'll be the highest hillbilly that Bourbon Street has ever seen
Oh yeah, yeah
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
If the good Lord's willing and the rivers don't start to rise
And when I get to New Orleans someone's gonna treat me right
Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid tonight
Oh hey
A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
And if you're payin' for fun a french quarters really all you need
I'm going Down to New Orleans
Down to New Orleans
Going down, down
Have you ever been down to New Orleans
Lord, lord, them crazy queens
Crying the blues is what they do down there
Fortune teller, he knows your name
Fortune teller, he'll tell you your game
Crying the blues, that's what they do down there
Money dripping from a willow tree
He never want me
Lazy bones, I ain't got a dime
Just biding my time
If I find a way to choose
New Orleans, where they're crying the blues
Drinking bourbon from a dixie cup
Hanging out till the sun comes up
Crying the blues is what they do down there
French women, all I need
Up and down old Bourbon Street
Crying the blues is what they do down there
If I find a way to choose
New Orleans, where they're singing the blues
(Guida/Rovstar)
I said a hey hey hey yeah
I said a hey hey hey yeah
C'mon everybody take a trip with me
Way down to Mississippi down to New Orleans
Where the honeysuckle's bloomin' on the honeysuckle vine
And love is bloomin' there all the time every southern belle
Is a Mississippi Queen down the Mississippi down in New Orleans oww
I said a hey hey hey yeah
I said a hey hey hey yeah
Well c'mon take a stroll down on Basin street
An' listen to the music with the Dixieland beat
Where the magnolia blossoms they fill the air
And if you ain't been to heaven then you ain't been there
You got french moss hanging from a big oak tree
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said a hey hey hey yeah I said a look out child yeah yeah yeah
C'mon everybody take a trip with me
Way down to Mississippi down to New Orleans
Where the honeysuckle's bloomin' on the honeysuckle vine
And love is bloomin' there all the time every southern belle
Is a Mississippi Queen down the Mississippi down in New Orleans oww
I said a hey hey hey yeah I said a look out child yeah yeah yeah
C'mon everybody take a trip with me
I don't know why
You want to follow me tonight
When in the rest of the world
With you whom I've crossed and I've quarreled
Let's me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
8th and Ocean Drive
With all the vampires and their brides
We're all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
So far away – so outer space
I've trashed myself – I've lost my way
I've got to get to you got to get to you
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
(lalalala till end)
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
He was a butt boy from New Orleans
They paid him high to keep his motor clean
C'mon for a ride, come on outside
Come on I don't want to set the night alright
Yeah, butt boy from New Orleans
Went down down for the marines
Come out for a bite
Come out for a ride
Oh na na na na na na na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
How can I love this bitch?
And at the same time stay and fuck this bitch
And at the same time while I fuck this bitch
And at the same time had enough of this bitch
How can I hold this bitch?
And at the same time I don't know this bitch
And at the same time I would cry over this bitch
And at the same time I would die over this bitch
Oh oh
On Thursday I'll leave you all alone
On Friday you showin up in my songs
And Saturday we back on the phone
By Sunday... welcome home
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feenin)
That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can't say shit)
That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)
You know that spaghetti
Girl leave me yo dress, say I'll see you when I see you
Girl I'll see you 'cause I need ya
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
You know, you know
How can I curse this bitch?
And at the same time I lust over this bitch
At the same time while we fuss up in this bitch
And we don't match but we perfectly fit
How can I trust this bitch?
She's so mischiefious
But it isn't it obvious?
A nigga stuck like chuck up in this bitch
But fo real
On Thursday I'll leave you all alone
On Friday you showin up in my songs
By Saturday we back on the phone
It's Sunday... welcome home
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (got me feenin)
That that New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
I think she put that that New Orleans on me (and I can't say shit)
That New Orleans on me (just sit back and take it)
You know that spaghetti
Girl leave me yo dress, say I'll see you when I see you
Girl I'll see you 'cause I need ya
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
That New Orleans on me (oh my baby)
You know, you know
I wanna let her go and I wanna tell her no
But I don't wanna be like that, don't wanna be so bad
Don't wanna lay the mat
All I know, something's going wrong
Still a nigga try to hold on hold on hold on hold on
Still can't stay so long
But she fine, now she in my face
Got a nigga feelin okay
Say she love me then that's where I've been
What the fuck you tryna say?
Girl, whenever I'm on the side
Like she got me high
Til she put me down, me down, me down
You know what I'm talkin bout
That that New Orleans on me (it got me feenin)
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
Well come on everybody take a trip with me
Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
The Honey Suckle's bloomin' on the Honey Suckle vine
And love is a blooming there all the time
You know every Southern Bell is a Mississippi Queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
Well come on everybody take a trip with me
Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Oh well the magnolia blossom fills the air
If you ain't been to heaven then you ain't been there
You got French Moss growing from big oak tree
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I said look out child yeah, yeah, yeah
I said a hey, hey, hey yeah
I slip back down where we found
A meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us on the bottom
Will we find our way
Will we fall apart useless
Machining the made
Find that sleep that we've lost
Fair and tired living lives like little lifted leans
Shaking heads under the shade of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees
Mine is gone with the day
Never miss a beat never find a home
Mine is gone with all time
Will we find our loves lost
Will we ever make it back
Will we ever need more than
The fill that we can get
Lets find that sleep that we lost
Mother, father, brother sister, son daughter
We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us
Out in the sun with the cold war fever
Don't need to beg for your money just please don't eat us
Deaf like the big guns foaming at the mouth their gnashing
(Bob DiPiero - Mark D. Sanders - Steve Seskin)
He was twenty-five she was twenty-eight
He was homegrown and she'd just pulled off the interstate
She bought a Dr. Pepper ten dollars worth of gas
She was obviously lost but too afraid to ask directions.
So he offered her a smile
And a stick of Beech-Nut gum
He said, ''Where you headed to girl,
Where you coming from?''
She said, ''New Orleans but that's another story,
New Orleans, that's another time,
That's another town, that's another life.''
First she stayed a day then she stayed a week
Couple of months later they were living on his parents street
He worked the station and she worked the store
And then they had a baby and then they had one more, little Jesse.
When she dropped the kids off at the mothers day out
All the ladies had their questions and knew not to ask about.
New Orleans but that's another story
New Orleans, that's another time,
That's another town, that's another life.
--- Instrumental ---
Wednesday night supper at the first Baptist Church
Stranger standing in the door way as they're passing out the dessert
He said, ''Go on pack your bags, I'm here to take you home
I'm going back to Louisiana and woman I ain't gonna go without you.''
There's a few defining moments in every persons life
When you know what you've done wrong and you know what you've done right
And before the congregation and her husband and her kids
She says, ''How dare you even speak to me after everything you did in.''
And New Orleans that's another story
New Orleans, that's another time,
That's another town, that's another life.
New Orleans that's another story
New Orleans, that's another time,
(David Foster, Greg Charley, John Winston)
You used to tell you loved me
You used to show me you cared
I used to be the one that you adored
But lately I don't feel you love me anymore
See I don't understand
What's come over you
And I don't understand
Why I let you
Treat me so cruel, so tell me
How many times, must I break down and cry
I'm confused my understanding
Was true love should never die
How many times
Will you kill me inside
Any kind of fool should see the light
So why can't I
Time after time,
I have tried and tried
To give you some space, some time
But no matter what I do, it is never enough
You just refuse to try to do by me right
Though I know I should leave
There's something holding me
I can't seem to find the strength
To set myself free
How many times, must I break down and cry
I'm confused my understanding
Was true love should never die
How many times
Will you kill me inside
Any kind of fool should see the light
So why can't I
I gave my heart and soul
I gave my all you know
I deserve better baby, oh so much better baby
You know it's just not fair
For you to act like just don't care
For you to act like I've done something wrong
Boy how could you dare
How many times, must I break down and cry
I'm confused my understanding
Was true love should never die
How many times
Will you kill me inside
Any kind of fool should see the light
So why can't I
Well I walked on down to burbon street
I'm lookin for the house of new orleans
And I sold off all my whiskey
I bummbed a cigarette from a man who had no arms
And I asked him for directions
He just turned around and walked on down the road
(Chorus)
Well I remember the night we danced out in the rain
And I remember the night that she held me through my pain
I know there's times I feel like I could go insane
But I remember the night that we danced in the rain
Well I walked on down to the waters edge
And watchin mississippi river boats flyin down that water line
And I watched couples walkin in the sand holdin hands
I got lost that night in the shadows of the damn
(Chorus)
But I remember the night we danced out in the rain
And I remember the night that she held me through my pain
I know there's times I feel like I could go insane
But I remember the night that we danced in the rain
And I remember the night that we danced out in the rain
And I remember the night that she held me through my pain
I know there's times I feel like I could go insane
But I remember the night that we danced in the
It's trailer parks and swamps, canoes and cypress stumps
About an hour east of Baton Rouge
We all anticipate the taste of "Hand Grenades"
And the sounds of Bourbon Street late afternoons
No one knows what's gonna make this different
Than the last time we decided we should go.
Only one thing seems to be consistent
That would be the fact that we don't know
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
More dumb bouncers than a basketball team
Oh, I love drinking and I love New Orleans
It smells like 50 years of cigarettes and beer
But no one seems to let that get 'em down
So let it all hang out
Cause that's what it's all about
You're invited to a party all year round
No one knows what makes this city different
Than any other town you'll ever find
Where every problem seems a little distant
So pack a bag but leave your shit behind
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
More drunk women than a boy's wet dream
Oh, I love women and I love New Orleans
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
But don't beat around the bush, if you know what I mean
'Cause I trust women, but not on Bourbon Street
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah)
A come on everybody take a trip with me, well
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
They got a honeysuckle growing on a honeysuckle vine
And love is a blooming there all the time
Well every southern belle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah)
A come on take a stroll down to Basin street
Listen to the music with that Dixieland beat
Well the magnolia blossoms fill the air
Whoa,whoa, and you ain't been to heaven till you been down there
They got French moss hangin from a big oak tree
Get outta here Jimmy Vaughan take it!
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah)
Come on everybody take a trip with me
(whoo!)
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans, yeah, yeah.
With a honeysuckle hanging on a honeysuckle vine
Well love is blooming there all the time
Every southern belle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on take a stroll down to Basin street
Listen to the music with the dixieland beat, yeah
I say, the magnolia blossoms fill the air
And you ain't been to heaven if you ain't been there.
Honeysuckle hanging from a hollow tree
Down in Mississippi down in New Orleans
Well, I said Hey, hey, hey, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a look out John, hey, yeah, yeah
It's trailer parks and swamps, canoes and cypress stumps
About an hour east of Baton Rouge
We all anticipate the taste of "Hand Grenades"
And the sounds of Bourbon Street late afternoons
No one knows what's gonna make this different
Than the last time we decided we should go.
Only one thing seems to be consistent
That would be the fact that we don't know
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
More dumb bouncers than a basketball team
Oh, I love drinking and I love New Orleans
It smells like 50 years of cigarettes and beer
But no one seems to let that get 'em down
So let it all hang out
Cause that's what it's all about
You're invited to a party all year round
No one knows what makes this city different
Than any other town you'll ever find
Where every problem seems a little distant
So pack a bag but leave your shit behind
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
More drunk women than a boy's wet dream
Oh, I love women and I love New Orleans
I've got a pocket full of money and a fake ID
Never met the owner but he looks like me
But don't beat around the bush, if you know what I mean
Stepped off the bus, suitcase in my hands
Headin' down to Espanade
Took no time to find my friends
Laughed and drinkin' in the rain
You got more glitter and a lot more glam
Than Hollywood has it's fame
And holdin' you is the best damn thing
No one's ever takin' that away
I said..
Hey missus, won't you stand by me, now?
Give me a little time?
Hey missus, won't you stand by me, now?
Show me how to turn it upside down?
I said..
I fell in love down in New Orleans and I found myself inside
I fell in love down in New Orleans when you showed me all those lives
Alright
Black on black, I was dressed to thrill
I made my way down the line
Hearts are poundin', and Elvis singin'
You were always on my mind
Well, darlin' now don't forget
I'll always love your style
Well, darlin, now don't forget
I'll always love your smile
I said..
Hey missus, won't you stand by me, now?
Give me a little time?
Hey missus, won't you stand by me, now?
Show me how to turn it upside down?
I said..
I fell in love down in New Orleans and I found myself inside
I fell in love down in New Orleans when you showed me all those lives
I fell in love down in New Orleans and I found myself inside
I fell in love down in New Orleans when you showed me all those lives
I fell in love down in New Orleans and I found myself inside
I fell in love down in New Orleans when you showed me all those lives
I fell in love down in New Orleans and I found myself inside
New Orleans
yip
yip
New Orleans
yip yip
Left my home in Texas bound for New Orleans.
New Orleans
yip
yip
New Orleans
yip
yip.
Left my home in Texas for New Orleans.
Ain't no doubt about it
don't see no way round it
Left my girl in Maybeline and got on board the River Queen.
Should have faced the jury but I was in a hurry
Got on board the River Queen and headed down to New Orleans.
Happened to be on the River Boat Queen
River Boat Queen bound for New Orleans
Happened to be on the River Boat Queen
River Boat Queen
bound for
New Orleans
yip
yip
New Orleans
yip
yip
Left my home in Texas bound for New Orleans
New Orleans
yip
yip
New Orleans
yip
yip.
Left my home in Texas for New Orleans.
I've left friends behind me
although they still remind me
I was feelin' doggone mean
so headed down to New Orleans.
I've lost all my money and I don't think it's funny
I gambled on the River Queen headin' down to New Orleans
Happened to be on the River Boat Queen
. . .
Smokin'
gamblin'
drinkin' but when I started thinkin'
Somethin' that I should have seen never left for New Orlea
I got drunk one night and then she just picked a fight
Now I'm on the River Queen headin' down to New Orleans.
Happened to be on the River Boat Queen
I took a walk in a crowded town
Where if you breathe too deeply
You're likely to drown
But the airs not as thick as the sin I found
In New Orleans.
Rainbow necks on drunken girls
Who'd sell their souls for a string of pearls
I hope there's no place in the world
Like New Orleans
New Orleans is a spooky place
You can see the devil smiling in every face
Voodoo babies put their pins in place
In New Orleans
I took a walk in a crowded town
I saw a dark boy get beaten down
I watched him turn to a reddish brown
In New Orleans
I held his hand and I sang my song
I was lying when I told him there was nothing wrong
I won't be back for sometime long
Not in New Orleans
New Orleans is a spooky place
You can see the devil smiling in every face
Voodoo babies put their pins in place
I’m going crazy mama, I’m coming home
Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone.
I’m eager like a top ready to come unwound
This truck has seen the miles, but your smile is where I’m bound.
And I’m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
But I only got a quarter for gasoline
I got a half a tank of gas, and I’m burning oil
And I’d rather be from rags because the riches are too damn spoiled
I got a friend in Fort Worth, said he’ll loan me some bills
Then I’ll fill up with gas, and I’m spinning my wheels
And I’m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
But I only got a quarter for gasoline
And I’m bound for the border, bound for New Orleans
Everybody knew that it could happen
The likelihood was clear
The future was coming
And now it's here
They had to fix the levees
Because otherwise they'd break
On one side was the city
Above it was the lake
It was in the daily papers
In bold letters was the writ
What would happen
When the Big One hit
But every year they cut the funding
Just a little more
So they could give it to the Army
To fight their oil war
In National Geographic
And the Times-Picayune
They forecast the apocalypse
Said it was coming soon
Preparations must be made, they said
Now is the time
It was years ago they shouted
Inaction was a crime
They said the dikes must be improved
And the wetlands must be saved
But Washington decided
Instead they should be paved
Because malls were more important
Than peoples' lives
So put some gold dust in your eyes
And hope no storm arrives
New Orleans, New Orleans, New Orleans
Years and years of warning
No evacuation plan
It was just if the waters rose
Just get out if you can
There were no buses
No one chartered any trains
There was no plan to rescue
All of those who would remain
All the people with no money
All the people with no wheels
All of those who didn't hotwire
One that they could steal
Thousands and thousands of people
Abandoned by the state
Abandoned by their country
Just left to meet their fate
New Orleans, New Orleans, New Orleans
And the people died
And then they died some more
They drowned inside their attics
An army of the poor
An army of the destitute
Who couldn't get away
And the world will remember
These sad and awful days
When people shouted from their houses
Dying on their roofs
When people came to find them
They were turned back by the troops
They died there with no water
They died there in the heat
They were shot down by the soldiers
For trying to find some food to eat
New Orleans, New Orleans, New Orleans
And now the city is in ruins
A massive toxic sea
Scattered through the nation
Half a million refugees
Here we are
In the richest country on the earth
Where the color of your skin
Determines what your life is worth
Where oil is the king
Where global warming is ignored
Where the very end of life
Is the place we're heading toward
Where it's more than just a metaphor
The flooding of the dike
And if we don't stop this madness
The whole planet will be like
Gumbo and poor boys are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Creole Dish and Crawfish are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh yeah.
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh yeah.
Do drop in to the Dew Drop Inn but don't do down to the dungeon
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh yeah.
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh yeah.
Do drop in to the Dew Drop Inn but don't do down to the dungeon
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to present my son
Paul Sylvester Morton Junior
On Christmas 1999 in his own way
As he managed to steal us on the piano
Paul Morton Junior go ahead
I used to sit for hours in my room
Making music just because that's what I love to do
Now I have to
Now so much is different I don't understand
Now all I hear is radio spins and what kid in place
Can it be fun again?
Like it was back in New Orleans
The place where I know what it all means
I had dreams in New Orleans
I done care what people thought of my songs
Yes I think it's time to go back home
Sixty-one out of Baton Rouge
Down Louisian'
Heading for the gulf of Mexico
Sun is beating, ain't no breeze
Spanish moss from big old trees
Listening to the cajun radio
Going down on the Mississippi Queen
Going down down down to New Orleans
Corner bands on Jackson Square
Music fills the air
Bon temps roulez, let the good times roll
Tipitina's, second line
Irma Thomas, Allen Toussaint
Snooks Eaglin, Doctor John, Fats Domino
Going down on the Mississippi Queen
Going down down down to New Orleans
Crawfish, much as you can eat
Down on Bourbon Street
Oyster po'boy, best I've ever seen
Melting pot of jazz and soul
Blues and rock 'n roll
Creole gumbo, dirty rice 'n beans
Going down on the Mississippi Queen
Going down down down to New Orleans
Professor Longhair dead 'n gone
His spirit lingers on
In the crescent city on lake Ponchartrain
Feel the rhythm in the street
New Orleans sound, New Orleans beat
Iko Iko and Little Liza Jane
Going down on the Mississippi Queen
I said hey hey hey heay yeah
Well c'mon everybody take a trip with me
Way down to Mississippi down to New Orleans
They got a honeysuckle bloomin' on a honeysuckle vine
And oh it's a bloomin' there all the time
You know that every southern belle is a Mississippi queen
Down to Mississippi down to New Orleans
Hey hey hey yeah I said hey hey hey hey yeah
Well c'mon everybody take a stroll with me
We're gonna listen to the music with a country beat
Take out the magnolia blossoms that fill the air
Oh if you ain't been to heaven then you ain't been there
Yeah all the birds are singin' from the big oak trees
Down to Mississippi down to New Orleans
[ steel + guitar ]
I said hey hey hey heay yeah I said hey hey hey heay yeah
Well c'mon everybody take a trip with me...
The Texas sun beats down upon me
Like the Devil's smile
I'd rather be anywhere else than here
Was it a blinding lack of subtlety
Or just a lack of style
Responding to the ways and means of fear?
CHORUS:
Take me back to New Orleans
And drop me at my door
'Cause I might love you, yeah,
But I love me more
VERSE 2:
My fingertips are bitten
'Til there's nothing left but skin
I'd rather be anyone else right now
The light that shone within my eyes
Is slowly growing dim
She told me where, told me when,
But never said how
CHORUS:
Take me back to New Orleans
And don't call me anymore
'Cause I might love you, yeah,
But I love me more
BRIDGE:
(She said) How can I make this unhappen?
(I said) You cannot make this unhappen
Choose before your choices fade away
(She said) I could be home by tomorrow
(She said) If I could beg, steal, or borrow
I said you're there, you might as well stay
VERSE 3:
The morning mist arises
Through another crack in the glass
The lack of sleep has made me numb
But sometimes when she sleeps
She'll turn and she'll whisper his name
That cake must taste great
But I'll pass when you offer me some
CHORUS:
Take me back to New Orleans
And drop me at my door
'Cause I might love you, yeah,
But I love me more
END CHORUS:
Take me back to New Orleans
And don't call me anymore
'Cause I might love you, yeah
I might love you, yeah
I might love you, yeah,
But I love me more
I love me more
I said "hey hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey hey yeah")
I said "hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey yeah")
Oh c'mon everybody, take a trip with me
Well, down the mississippi down in new orleans
They got honeysuckle growing on the honeysuckle vine
And love is a-blooming there all the time
Well, every southern belle is a mississippi queen
Down the mississippi, down to new orleans
I said "hey hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey hey yeah")
I said "hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey yeah")
C'mon, take a stroll down to basin street
Listen to the music with the dixieland beat
Well the magnolia blossoms fill the air
Well, well, you ain't been to heaven till you been down there
They got? hanging from the big oak trees
Get outta here, tell me 'bout it, I tell ya
I said "hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey yeah")
I said "hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey yeah")
C'mon everybody, take a trip with me, oooh
Down the mississippi down to new orleans, yeah yeah
Well, the honeysuckle's hanging on the honeysuckle vine
Well, love is blooming there all the time
Every southern belle is a mississippi queen
Down the mississippi, down to new orleans
Yeah, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah yeah)
C'mon, take a stroll down to basin street
Oh, listen to the music with the dixieland beat, yeah
I said the magnolia blossoms fill the air
Well, you ain't been to heaven if you ain't been there
Honeysuckle hanging from a live-oak tree
Down the mississippi, down to new orleans
I said "hey hey hey yeah" (I said "hey hey hey yeah")
I'm scared (I swear) of you. In the tunnel, in the darkness,
the darkest walls of blue, there's beasts & ther's men
& there's something on this earth that comes back again:
Alpha... delta... gamma... everybody's smoked
You can't say that my soul has died away(x2) There's trouble
in the hall & trouble up the stairs & trouble in the trouble
that's troubling the air. Please don't say that my
soul has died away.
There is a house in New Orleans, not the one
you've heard about. I'm talking about another house.
They spoke of gold in the cellar that a Spanish
gentleman had left. I broke in one hundred years ago
with a dagger tucked in my vest. Legends of gold
I've tried to hold in the grey half-lite of the
halway at night... one... two... 3 4 5 we're
trapped inside the song. We're trapped inside the song(x3)
where the nights are so long. There's traps inside us
all(x3) and the nights are so tall. And the night
(Dickie Peterson)
I said hey-hey-hey-yeah!
I said hey-ay-hey-yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
C'mon everybody take a trip with me
Yeah, down to Mississippi, down to New Orleans
We got to hurry start the groovin' on the other side of the bay
And all of us are groovin', yeh, all of the time.
We got every little thing that you ever, ever need
Down in Mississippi, down in New Orleans.
C'mon take a stroll down the bay surf stream
Yeah, add it to the beat of the record machine
I said I ain't gonna stop it for a million years
You ain't been to Heaven when you get down there.
We got the place all going on through the scene
Down in Mississippi, down in New Orleans.
I said hey-hey-hey-yeah!
I said hey-ay-hey-yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
C'mon everybody take a trip with me
Yeah, down to Mississippi, down to New Orleans
We got to hurry start the groovin' on the other side of the bay
And all of us are groovin', yeh, all of the time.
We got every little thing that you ever, ever need
Down in Mississippi, down in New Orleans.
I said hey-hey-hey-yeah!
I said hey-ay-hey-yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
I said Hey! Hey! Hey! Yeah!
C'mon everybody down the bay surf stream!
A chicken, a frog and some cat bones too Cooked with a snake for some real voodoo brew
And don't look in Marie's eyes Or you'll be lost all night Down in New Orleans
Moon is rising when spirits meet Dancing for Great Zombi on Dumaine street
Don't get under his spell Or you will be compelled To New Orleans
A bed of state, Mardi Grass parade Burial, matrimony, let's celebrate it all
