in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue
fire Yes there's a bad moon coming up And I can see it's on the cusp Electric winds are shrieking up in the wires But it's a warm evening out It feels like New Orleans blue
to New Orleans I'm to wakin' to New Orleans I'm gonna need two pairs of shoes When I get thru walkin' the blue When I get back to New Orleans I've got
welcome Street, Dear to me Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Well, Basin Street, you know it's the street Where all the swinging people meet In New Orleans
for a brand new beat? Summer's here and the time is right For dancin' in the streets They're dancin' in Chicago Down in New Orleans Up in New York City
folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, it was a cherry red `53 And drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their
Frisco Bay All over St. Louis Way Down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen She's got the grown up blues
woman and a soft hearted man They been causing trouble since it all began Take a little rice take a little beans Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
ma perche ma perche senza te ma perche senza luna Mergellina non resisto piu!... A Copacabana dancing on the beach rolling on the river down to New Orleans
wrote" Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about meat and greens He wails some blues about New Orleans
hot foot it down, hot foot down to where? New Orleans Louisiana baby tells you stay awhile Live it up, love it up, southern style Way down in New New Orleans
: Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose I grabbed a green-eyed dolly that was on the loose Well I dig that music, well she said me too I said
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
nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11 Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law So I keep that heat in the
big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue
it rained, It rode us all the way to New Orleans. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. Windshield
a refuge because you seek refuge..the commander and chief just flew by, stop no he had a couple seats, just through...jet blue he is not, jet blue by
many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one. My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans, My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans. If