Lyrics:
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
I'm gonna take you to the airport in a limousine
Wake up together in the land of dreams
When I take you down to New Orleans
All the things Imma do
Lightning in the distance mother nature taking out the tree's
Hurricane coming at us gonna blow way everything
They got pushed by that ole lady
And savour faire
She'll take you down down down
Leave you in the house of the blues
That voodoo queen of new Orleans
They call her Marie Laveau
She'll take
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
to blame for New Orleans?
Why the poorest people always get extorted by corporate giants
We don't boycott, we buy in and I find it unfortunate, yeah
Me
the spot
Head shot body drop two fingers I'm out
Gunslinger Hollygrove, Fireman kinda hot
Tie yo ass up and leave ya
Body in the loadin docks
New Orleans
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee
Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica
I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye
I'm wanted back in Austin Texas
I'm wanted down in New
I'm up next, just, by the way I'm scoring
Racks on me and they fallin'
Ballin' like New Orleans
Feelin' like the man when I pull up to the function
Nah
this morning
I got on that long distance telephone
And I called my mama
I said, "Mama, this is your boy
And I'm way down here in
New Orleans, Louisiana"
One night in New Orleans on a Super Bowl Sunday
In a bar with a big screen TV
She was there with some girls they were down from Montreal
And she
about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Copyright Warden Music Co., Inc.
recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy
to spend, oh.
Kicked down the doors in new orleans,
We got busted at grove hill where nobody goes,
And long bob drove us to the badlands,
You can bet your ass
the good and bad, 'cause you know the kind
The world is passing you by, but right down the line, down the line
[Chorus]
Whoa, to New Orleans, maybe
this universe
I've seen fruitcakes, I saw this guy in Santa Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk
Down in New Orleans in the french market
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
Man I'm from New Orleans
Handgrenades
Super Sundays, round Rocheblave
Playin spades
Where my cousin stay
Baby birthday
Spacewalk in the driveway
Pack it up.
Grabbed some soul down in New Orleans
Put it all in a U-Haul truck.
I'm not gon wait for you to move
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Yeah
Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet
Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet
Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet
this universe
I've seen fruitcakes, I saw this guy in Santa Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk
Down in New Orleans in the french market
noticed ya dig
So when and if I blow, they gone see me in the news like damn who dat is
Uh
I put down the gram and I got me some more money
Yeah, yeah
Like
Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet
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