New Orleans
Gumbo and poor boys are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Creole Dish and Crawfish are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh, yeah
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh, yeah
Do drop in to the Dew Drop Inn but don't do down to the dungeon
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh, yeah
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh, yeah
Do drop in to the Dew Drop Inn but don't do down to the dungeon
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Don't go down, don't go down, don't go down
Greased jeans and pralines are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Doom and gloom to fifty tunes are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Oysters on a half shell, Bourbon Street got it's own smell, yeah
It got it's own smell, oh, yeah
Gumbo and poor boys are all that I've seen in New Orleans
Nueva Orleans
Gumbo y pobres chicos son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Plato criollo y cangrejos son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Ostras en medio caparazón, Bourbon Street tiene su propio olor, sí
Tiene su propio olor, oh, sí
Vaqueros engrasados y bombones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Doom y penumbra a cincuenta canciones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Ostras en medio caparazón, Bourbon Street tiene su propio olor, sí
Tiene su propio olor, oh, sí
Caída en el Dew Drop Inn pero no baje a la mazmorra
No caigas, no caigas, no caigas
No caigas, no caigas, no caigas
Ostras en medio caparazón, Bourbon Street tiene su propio olor, sí
Tiene su propio olor, oh, sí
Vaqueros engrasados y bombones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Doom y penumbra a cincuenta canciones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Ostras en medio caparazón, Bourbon Street tiene su propio olor, sí
Tiene su propio olor, oh, sí
Caída en el Dew Drop Inn pero no baje a la mazmorra
No caigas, no caigas, no caigas
No caigas, no caigas, no caigas
Vaqueros engrasados y bombones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Doom y penumbra a cincuenta canciones son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Ostras en medio caparazón, Bourbon Street tiene su propio olor, sí
Tiene su propio olor, oh, sí
Gumbo y pobres chicos son todo lo que he visto en Nueva Orleans
Escrita por: Linda McCartney