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| 5:36 | 
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They call me, Dr. John, The Night Tripper
Got my sizzling Gris-Gris in my hand Day trippin' up, back down by you I'm the last of the best They call me the Gris-Gris man Got many clients Come from miles around Running down my prescription I got my medicine, to cure all your ills I got remedies of every description (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya) Hey Now (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya) Hey Now If you got love trouble, got a bad woman you can't control I got just the thing for you Something called control in the hearts get together drops. If you work to hard and you need a little rest Try my utilize rub put some on my drop fix and jam, Put some in your breakfast. Try a little bit ah (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Hey Now (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) They call me, Dr. John Known as the Night Tripper Sazzle a little Gris-Gris in my hand Day trippin' up, Back down by you I'm the last of the best They call me the Gris-Gris man Sellin' (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Mm (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Mm Mm Mm So why war if your neighbors give you trouble Put your fitness in the street Seal a Jew in my whole car in the street Try my Dragon Blood My Drawen Hidin' My Secret Sand Try a little black cat if your woman got another man So easy does it as you put it in the palm of your hand (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Put on a woman's feet (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Mumble (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) No, no, no (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) Gris Gris Gumbo Ya Ya Hey Now.. (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) (Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya-Ya) |
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| 2. |
| 2:58 |
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Mama Roux
She was the queen of the little red, white and blue Mama Roux She was the queen of the little red, white and blue Ooh why, can't cha spy boy Prepare yourself to die boy Medicene man got heap strong power You know better than to mess with me Mama Roux (growl) Mama Roux (growl) If you see a spy, boy, sittin' in the bush Mess 'em on the head, give him a push Get out the dishes, get out the pans Oh he's a pheasant for the medicine man Mama Roux (growl) Mama Roux (growl) Queen is comin', ooo, by me Queen is comin' ? Better not get in the way Got the second line fever today Singin' wham bam hangin' ham Come on down boy and now follow me Singin' wham bam thank you mam Come on boy and follow me Mama Roux She was the queen of the little red, white and blue Mama Roux She was the queen of the little red, white and blue Chica chica chica chica Chica chica chica chica Chica chica chica chica Chica chica chica chica Wham bam thank you mam Come boy now follow me Singin' wham bam hangin' ham Come on boy now follow me Wham bam scam sam |
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| 3. |
| 2:20 |
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She came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(Jump sturdy) Jump sturdy jump sturdy was her name She came out the swamps like a crazy fool Jump sturdy jump sturdy was her name (Jump sturdy) She came out the swamps like a crazy fool (She came, she came) People say she used to dance with the fish Some people say she juggled fire in a dish Clear day on the bayou of St. John She raised her hands and caused a 'lectrical storm She was a treacherous lady She never met much harm One day she ducked past the station house She turned on the fire alarm Somehow she got tangled up with Queen Julia Jackson Down on Melba, meeting near rattle street Queen Julia Jackson dropped a Zozola brick And jump sturdy died with her soul in defeat Jump sturdy, jump sturdy was her name She came out the swamps like a crazy fool Jump sturdy, jump sturdy was her name She came out the swamps like a crazy fool Jump sturdy, jump sturdy was her name (Jump sturdy) She came out the swamps like a crazy fool (She came, she came) Jump sturdy, jump sturdy was her name |
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| 4. |
| 7:42 |
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Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy Don't see dey misfortune Guess they just too lazy J'suis the Grand Zombie My yellow belt of choison Ain't afraid of no tom cat Fill my brains with poison Walk thru the fire Fly thru the smoke See my enemy At the end of dey rope Walk on pins and needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the king of the Zulu Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) Roll outta my coffin Drink poison in my chalice Pride begins to fade And y'all feel my malice Put gris gris on your doorstep Soon you'll be in the gutter I can melt your heart like butter A-a-and I can make you stutter Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) 'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) |
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| 5. |
| 4:12 | 
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| 6. |
| 4:41 |
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Sky full of moon
The night owl was born Gabriel was blowin' On a little foghorn The prince in his own bed? Going vulture culture Walking with the queen To a hoodoo dream Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know you want to holler Tra-la-la-la-la-la Know you're going down on a dollar Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know you want to holler Tra-la-la-la-la-la Why you want to holler when you know you want to swallow The Loop Garoo Goin' down to junk anew? The Loop Garoo I'm goin' put my hook to you That bayou water Running through my vein Pot lentils burning Holes in my brain Coming back home To the oyster bays Didn't leave nothing behind But some old crawfish heads Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know you want to holler Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know you're going down on a dollar Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know you want to holler Tra-la-la-la-la-la But you want to holler when you know you want to swallow Loop Garoo Goin' down to junk anew? Loop Garoo Goin' put my hook to you Mind keep on keeping on And a-rolling on West wind be blowing my sail Down on Bayou Pompom? See the green grass growing Down by my liquor still Ain't seen nothing like a greenback On a dollar bill Tra-la-la-la-la-la You know I'm going down on a dollar Tra-la-la-la-la-la Don't you know that I want to holler Tra-la-la-la-la-la I'm goin' down there for a dollar Tra-la-la-la-la-la Wonder why you want to holler, No, then you want to swallow Loop Garoo Goin' put my hook on you Checking out Loop Garoo Goin' down to junk anew? Loop Garoo Goin' down to junk anew? |
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| 7. |
| 3:40 |
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Wash woman,
I know you're tired Of taking in clothes A dollar three-eighty a day Know your back is hurtin' And that's for certain Been bendin' over half of the day. You're beatin' clothes on a washtub Scrub 'em in an iron tub. Long as we keep on singin' this song I know you won't mind workin' All night long I know you rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds (Scrub, Mama scrub) Again you rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds (Scrub, Mama scrub) 'kay now, mama You gonna never play For the livin' in '44 Ain't gonna come a rainy day. Keep on working Keep those shirts and drawers A-jerking As long as we keep on rolling on You won't mind doing it all night long You got to rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds (Scrub, Mama scrub) Hey now, you gotta rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds Scrub, Mama scrub If you stop playin' them numbers, I tell you up front You may be able to save the whole family At the rate the things you're doin' is goin' We may all be out on the street come morning) I tell you, Mama Your dreams won't help at all You might lose your mind in alcohol And that ain't gonna get it a't'all. Listen at me, Mama Please hear my song Long as you keep bustin' suds I tell you gonna get it on and on Hey now can you rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds (Scrub, Mama scrub) Hey now won't you rub-a-dubba-dubba, Mama, bust them suds (Scrub, Mama scrub) Hey now you got a rub it And then you dub it down Can you dig it? After you rub it a while You dub it in the tub down there With that soapy water All over them dirty clothes. You're gonna need Tide for the action You see them come out of the washing machine |
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| 8. |
| 5:28 |
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| 9. |
| 3:16 |
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* I get high blood pressure
When you call my name * Repeat with ad lib I can't groove, with the stuff I use (Don't you just know it) Baby don't believe, I'm way into the blues (Don't you just know it) * High high high high (Repeat) Hey Joe (Repeat) Do ba do ba do ba do ba (Repeat) High high high high (Repeat) High high high high (Repeat) Hey Joe (Repeat) Die die brother, gonna set it on me (Don't you just know it) Young girl in trouble, all the Saturday's free (Don't you just know it) * Repeat Baby, you ruled me once You know I was a fool, for you baby Oh baby you know that you ruled me once Baby you know that I was a fool, for you baby And I swear that I ain't gonna be You're boppin' along, if I do If I do, well I'll be John Brown |
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| 10. |
| 3:12 |
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Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue
The band was jumpin', the people too Ah, mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Ah, everybody was juiced, you can, bet your soul They did the boogie-woogie, with a sturdy roll (?) They mess around They doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Now, ah, when I say stop don't you move a peg When I say go, just ah, shake your leg And do the mess around I declare, do the mess around Yeah do the mess around, Everybody's doin' the mess around Now let me have it there boy Now you got it boy (Yeah, ah, mess around, go on mess around) (Mess around, boy) Now this band's goin' to play from, 9 to 1 Everybody here's gonna have some fun Doin' the mess around Ah, doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around Now you see that girl, with that, diamond ring She knows how to, shake that thing Mess around I declare, she can mess around Ah, mess around, Everybody do the mess around |
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| 2:45 |
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Somebody changed the lock, on my door, yeah now
And my key, it won't fit in that lock no more I've been standin', on my little porch All night long And I know, something is definitely going on wrong You know that the lights, is dim Your shades are way down low And I knocked and knocked, until my fist got sore From bangin' I've been standin', on my front porch, all night long And I. and I know something is definitely going on wrong You changed the lock, on my door And Lord, my key, it won't fit in my lock no more Yeah now now now now Yes the candle light won't fit in my, won't fit no more You understand You know my key, it won't fit in my lock no more |
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| 12. |
| 4:09 |
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My grand-ma and your grand-ma were
Sit-tin' by the fire. - My grand-ma told Your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."-- Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- Look at my king all dressed in red.- I-KO, I-KO, un-day. I bet-cha five dol-lars he'll kill you dead.-- Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕 Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- My flag boy and your flag boy were Sit-tin' by the fire. - My flag boy told Your flag boy: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire." Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- See that guy all dressed in green ? - I-KO, I-KO, un-day. He's not a man; He's a lov-in' ma-chine.-- Jock-a mo fee na-n챕.-- Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n챕. - Jock-a-mo fee na-n챕.- |
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| 4:30 |
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Down the road come-a Junko Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be Boy, he was knocked down, knocked down loaded You know he wobbled all over the street. Singing six months ain't no sentence Thought that one year ain't no time They got bars up on Ponderosa So every night, tonight's the night If I had, if I had, if I had, a million dollars Just-a one million to call my own I would buy me the land around Parish Prison And I would throw me a big movie phone? Alright Down the road, down the road, down the road Here he comes, Mr. Jones Whoo boy, you're on your back so hard Got to say lordy-ho If a penny make a nickel, a nickel make a dime A dime will make you half, a half will make a dollar Make you ha-a-a-ller Give me whisky When I get a little frisky Cus it's-a mighty good drink When you get a little dry Give me tobacco-o-o When I get a little sickly But give me heroin Before I die Down the road, down the road, down the road Come Junko Partner (Partner, Partner, Partner) Boy he was loaded as can be But he was knocked knocked knocked, he was knocked out loaded Don't you know he wobbled, yes, all over the street |
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| 2:10 |
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Tipitina tra la la la
Whoa la la la-ah tra la la Tipitina, oola malla walla dalla (little mama wants a dollar) Tra ma tra la la Hey Loberta, oh poor Loberta Girl you hear me callin' you Well you're three times seven, baby Knows what you want to do Say Loberta, oh poor Loberta Girl, you tell me where you been When you come home this mornin', honey You had your belly full o' gin I'll say hurry, hurry, come on Loberta Girl, you have company waiting for you at home Why don't you hurry little Loberta girl, hurry Don't leave that boy alone Tipitina tra la la la Whoa la la la-ah tra la la la Tipitina, hoola malla walla dalla Tra ma ti na na Come on baby, we're going ballin' We're gonna have ourselves a good time We gonna hoola tralla walla malla dalla Drink some mellow wine |
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| 2:54 |
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I been in the right place but it must have been the wrong time I'd have said the right thing but I must have used the wrong line I been in the right trip but I must have used the wrong car My head was in a bad place and I'm wondering what it's good for I been the right place but it must have been the wrong time My head was in a bad place but I'm having such a good time I been running trying to get hung up in my mind Got to give myself a good talking-to this time Just need a little brain salad surgery Got to cure this insecurity I been in the wrong place but it must have been the right time I been in the right place but it must have been the wrong song I been in the right vein but it seems like the wrong arm I been in the right world but it seems wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong Slipping dodging sneaking creeping hiding out down the street See me life shaking with every ho' I meet Refried confusion is making itself clear Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here I been in the right place but it must have been the wrong time I'd have said the right thing but I must have used the wrong line I'd have took the right road but I must have took a wrong turn Would've made the right move but I made it at the wrong time I been on the right road but I must have used the wrong car My head was in a good place and I wonder what it's bad for |
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| 3:14 |
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| 17. |
| 2:57 |
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Such a Night
It's such a night Sweet confusion under the moonlight. Such a night Such a night To steal away, the time is right. Your eyes met mine At a glance You let me know This was my chance. You came here with my best friend Jim And here I am Trying to steal you away from him.. Oh, but If I don't do it somebody else will If I don't do it, you know somebody else will And it's such a night Such a night Sweet confusion under the moonlight It's such a night Such a night To steal away, the time is right. I couldn't believe my ears And my heart just skipped a beat When you told me to take you walking down the street. You came here with my best friend Jim And here I am Stealing you away from him. Oh, it's such a night |
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| 2:38 |
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| 2:50 |
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| 20. |
| 2:31 |
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| 21. |
| 4:48 |
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Looky here
Better hurry up and check it out Looky here, looky here Your steak ain't no hipper than my pork chop Your Cadillac ain't no hipper than my bus stop Your champagne ain't no hipper than my soda pop Looky here, I'm ready to take care of business Have no fear, I'm already here I'll Tell you now (I'm qualified) You know that I'm qualified (You know that I'm qualified) Your top hat ain't no better than my ginger brown And your sharp skin ain't no badder than my Levis Jim The money you got, it ain't no better than a higher spending man's All I've got is a little bit of common sense I believe in my heart, the best e.d. is experience I'll tell you now (I'm qualified) You know that I'm qualified (You know that I'm qualified) You may find me in a project slum Be hanging out with all the skid row bums I may be sick and I may seem dumb That don't mean you know where I'm coming from Look out kid Just make a little room for Your social life ain't no better than my hot dog stand Your edu-ma-cation ain't no hipper than what you understand Your woman that you got she ain't no hipper than a hot loving band I got the power to control I can see clean through your blind mole? And I want to tell you now (I'm qualified) You know that I'm qualified (You know that I'm qualified) Look at me, I'm filling up in class And you better watch out, I'm stepping up fast And I ain't a jacket on me, I've been hanging out in the projects Hangin' out with all you rednecks you rubbernecks and rejects |
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| 2:47 |
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I really wanna do you up so bad
Mos' Scocious Down, get down, inside your love Mos' Scocious Baby come on out your satchel Mos' Scocious Do the thing so natural Mos' Scocious Don't you tell what you D-I-D Can't show me how it T-I is Take care of your B-I-Z Sell out no L-O-V-E Bodacious, hellacious Y-O-U Mos' Scocious Why catch up for you know who? Mos' Scocious and soulful baby I've got beaucoup love for you Crazy over you Mos' Scocious Crazy over you Stimulation to my body (Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin' to me) Is a heavenly feelin' to my soul (Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin' to me) To learn in my heart, I've got your lovin', I've got your love (Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin' to me) It is soulful as it is bold Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Haven't I ever felt nobody like you? Mos' Scocious Mos' Scocious Let me fill your ship with love Mos' Scocious Let me fill your life with happiness Mos' Scocious Let me fill your heart with love, huh Mos' Scocious Mos' Scocious Yes, soulful baby Mos' Scocious Crazy over you |
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| 23. |
| 2:46 |
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| 24. |
| 2:57 |
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The world we know was built on skills, but that alone don?t count.
Without the sweat and toil of mine; it wouldn?t be worth a dime. You got to live and give, share and care. Really put some love in the air. When your neighbor's down, try to pick him up. Nobody can live in despair. Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing? (Let freedom ring) (Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing?) Let?s all pitch in to do our thing, make a better world to live in. Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing? (Let freedom ring) (Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing?) Let?s all pitch in and do our thing, make a better world to live in. Society has no priority, we?re all one part of a whole. When people scream and shout, you hafta hear ?em out. Everybody is a beautiful soul. You gotta pull together, go hand in hand. You really got to do your best. Wouldn?t it be a perfect sight to see: the whole world filled with happiness. Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing? (Let freedom ring) (Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing?) Let?s all pitch in to do our thing, make a better world to live in. Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing? (Let freedom ring) (Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing?) Let?s all pitch in to do our thing, make a better world to live in. Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing? (Everybody let?s sing, sing, sing?) Let?s all join hands and do our thing, make a better world to live in. |
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| 26. |
| 3:12 |
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| 27. |
| 4:09 |
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Another bride, another groom
Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice It's really killin' that he's so willin' For makin' whoopee Picture a little love nest Down where the roses cling Picture that same sweet love nest Think what a year can bring He's washin' dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious he even sews But don't forget folks that's what you get folks For makin' whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear' Well, can't you guess' She feels neglected and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee She sits alone, most every night He doesn't phone, he doesn't write He says he's busy but she says, 'Is he' He's makin' whoopee He doesn't make much money Only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, 'You'll pay six to her' He says, 'Judge, suppose I fail' Judge say, 'Budge, right into jail You'd better keep her', yeah, I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee Than makin' whoopee Than makin', makin', makin' |
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| 3:55 |
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| 29. |
| 4:37 |
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| 30. |
| 4:12 |
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Goin' back home, fe nan e'
To the land of the beautiful queen Goin back to home to my baby Goin' back to New Orleans (Spoken: On the double, here comes the Neville Brothers!) Seeing na-na, my parin, Couzine and my ma and pa Want to plant my feet on Rampart Street Be there for the Mardi Gras Goin' back home, fe nan e' And never more will I roam Goin get me fill of that etoufee Cus New Orleans is my home (Spoken: Is that a jumbo jet? No, that's Big Al comin' to put a hurt on you) (Spoken: On the level, there's Charlie Neville) Get some crawfish, jambalaya Red beans and fine pralines Get some lovin' that gonna satisfy Home in New Orleans (Neville Brothers) Goin' back home, fe nan e' In the land of the Carnival Queen I'm goin' back home to my baby Goin' back to New Orleans I want go back home Back where I'm little known Yeah, home, boss You're home sweet home. (Here come Pete Fountain) I want to see some On that Mardi Gras queen Good red beans Baby, I want to go back home Home, sweet home Home back to New Orleans (fade out with the Neville Brothers) Goin' back home, fe nan e' In the land of the Carnival Queen I'm goin' back home to my baby Goin' back to New Orleans |
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