Lyrics
NEW ORLEANS CALLIN'
by Ellen Griffith, Copyright 1997
Saxophone wailin' to a boogie beat,
New Orleans callin' to me.
In every smokey, low down joint on Bourbon Street,
They're playin' one for me.
Beauregard, Decatur, Tchoupitoulas Street,
New Orleans callin' to me.
Jambalaya, catfish fryin', smells so sweet.
Hey! Save a little gumbo for me.
Voodoo spells, goofer dust and mojo hands,
New Orleans callin' to me.
Cajun fiddles, steamboat whistles, marching bands
Are playin' one for me.
Dancin' at the fais-do-do til break of day,
Singin' Iko Iko, allez bon ton roulet.
My heart is at the party when I'm far away.
Hey! Play another chorus for me.
Bridge:
Callin to me. Callin to me. Callin to me. Callin to me.
Callin to me. Callin to me. New Orleans callin to me.
Lonely soundin' trumpet in a midnight street,
New Orleans Callin' to me.
Echoes in the courtyard where we used to meet,
She's waitin' there for me.
Harmony, Perdido and Napolean Street,
New Orleans callin' to me.
Etoufee and dirty rice and 'gator meat,
Hey! Save a little gumbo for me.
Carriage horses cloppin' down to Jackson Square,
New Orleans callin to me.
Dixieland and ragtime music in the air,
They're playin one for me.
Struttin in the second line down Rampart Street,
Satchmo watchin', horn in hand like high-bronze elite,
My heart is at the party when I'm far away,
Hey! Play another chorus for me
Callin' to me. Callin' to me. Callin' to me. Callin' to me.
Callin' to me. Callin' to me. New Orleans callin' to me.
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