New Orleans (Nights Out In The Sticky deep South)
By Forklift_philosopher Records
Intro / Chorus:
Nights out in the sticky Deep South,
Voulez-vous…
I was in no doubt.
Slid through the French Quarter gangsters and ghosts,
Heat and voodoo magic… oh, how I loved it the most.
Verse 1:
The city of soul,
Hungry swamps, jaws of woe.
Bourbon Street, I could’ve called it my home,
Mardi Gras magic, thousands feeling the groove,
Playing in every bar ,we had nothing to lose.
Chorus:
Nights out in the sticky Deep South,
Voulez-vous…
I was in no doubt.
Slid through the French Quarter, gangsters and ghosts,
Heat and voodoo magic… oh, how I loved it the most.
Verse 2:
Mississippi River slithering through the city’s centre,
Some parts were no-go, places you dare not enter.
Jazzy tramp on the sidewalk,
Begging for fifty cents…
I gave him a ten,
He said, “Thanks, my friend.”
Chorus:
Nights out in the sticky Deep South,
Voulez-vous…
I was in no doubt.
Slid through the French Quarter, gangsters and ghosts,
Heat and voodoo magic… oh, how I loved it the most.
Verse 3:
Beignets at Café du Monde,
Met for coffee with my brown-eyed blonde.
Gumbo in the evening, flavour was the attraction,
Walked through the night… sad echoes from haunted mansions.
Bridge:
History of slavery and plantations,
Ghosts from Haitian nations…
Pirates drag you down in the bayou,
No hesitation…
Wooooaaahhhh!
Final Chorus ×2:
Nights out in the sticky Deep South,
Voulez-vous…
I was in no doubt.
Slid through the French Quarter, gangsters and ghosts,
Heat and voodoo magic… oh, how I loved it the most.
Nights out in the sticky Deep South,
Voulez-vous…
I was in no doubt.
Slid through the French Quarter, gangsters and ghosts,
Heat and voodoo magic… oh, how I loved it the most.
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