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Won't you come and go with me
Down that Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Now the band's there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the St. Louis cemetary meet Heaven on earth, they call it basin street I'm tellin' ya, basin street is the street Where all them characters from the first street they meet New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never miss them rice and beans Way down south in New Orleans They'll be huggin' and a kissin' That's what I been missin' And all that music lord, if you just listen New orleans, I got them basin street blues Now ain't you glad you went with me On down that Mississippi We took a boat to the land of dreams Heaven on earth they call it basin street |
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Yes, a New Orleans woman
She's alright with me I said New Orleans woman She's alright with me That's my hometown I'm talking about 'Cause when she cooks That good old Gumbo fillet I'm happy as can be I love my baby I'm gonna tell you the reason why Let you know the secret out Yes I love my baby Well, I'm gonna tell you the reason why Never told you this before 'Cause there ain't a chance for a cutout You've got to stay with me till the day I die |
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Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes There's a garden of Eden...you know what I mean Creole babies with flashin' eyes Softly whisper their tender sighs Then stop....won't you give your lady fair...a little smile Stop..ya bet your life you'll linger there...a little while We've got heaven right here on earth With those beautiful queens Way down yonder in New...Orleans (instrumental break) You're gonna find heaven right here on earth With all them beautiful queens Way down yonder in New Or..... I goin' down yonder to New Orleans It's way down yonder in New Orleans |
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Well, I know that things won't be the same
And I know that you're the one to blame When you broke my heart and made me cry I am gonna bid my weary blues goodbye Weary blues have made me cry Well, these weary blues I'm gonna bid goodbye I know, I won't forget you but I'll try You know I am gonna bid my weary blues goodbye Well, I know that things won't be the same And I know that you're the one to blame When you broke my heart and made me cry I am gonna bid my weary blues goodbye Weary blues have made me cry Well, these weary blues I am gonna bid goodbye I know, I won't forget you but I'll try I am gonna bid my weary blues goodbye I am gonna bid my weary blues goodbye |
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We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited) On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store) O when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in O when the trumpet sounds the call O when the trumpet sounds the call O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed When the revelation (revolution) comes When the revelation (revolution) comes O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in |
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