Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles 'fore the day is done? Well, it's twilight on the city of New Orleans Talk about your pocketful of friends Half
Down south in New Orleans The prettiest girls I've ever seen A sparkling eye and lips so sweet And we make love to the Rumba beat A ship's at anchor,
Born under a bad sign Been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble Been
The Battle of New Orleans (arr. J. Driftwood) Johnny Horton Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959 Album: 16 Biggest Hits Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971 Transcriber
, Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans 'cause I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans
Be my love For no one else can end this yearning This need that you and you alone create Just fill my arms The way you've filled my dreams The dreams
it means To miss New Orleans When that's where you left your heart And there's something more I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans
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
Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims Still knocking boots
octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans
it's right You can see my friend, they run around all through the night Most everywhere, Until the closet's bare Run for the razor, Doin' up my hair New Orleans
prison books Orleans Parish Prison won't you free my darkhaired girl? SheA's tired and cold and you got the gold She took from a hungry world Orleans
throw it away Don't 'do' dark American streets so If New Orleans is beat, if New Orleans is beat If New Orleans is beat, if New Orleans is beat If New Orleans
no place like home New Orleans is a dying whore If you're not seen break down the door New Orleans is a dying whore New Orleans is a dying whore Stripped
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
to New Orleans. I'm walking to New Orleans. I'm gonna need two pair of shoes, When I get through walking these blues, When I get back to New Orleans.
Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
The City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Nighttime on The City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee