New Orleans

Take me down, ol' river man
Lord to set me free
I've crossed the highest hills
To tell what I believe

God above, he spoke to me
Whispered in my dream
Said find the old blind river man
Ride to new orleans
Down in new orleans

It's yonder past the lily pads
Through the kudzu vine
Underneath the hanging moss
You won't need a sign

To find the land a music man
Can sing and make a dime
Yonder past the lily pads
Through the kudzu vine
Through the kudzu vine

In new orleans
In new orleans
Oh, yeah

Sunday there at the congo square
The rhythm never dies
One-eye Jack in the big top hat
Keepin' the beat on time

Creole man with a fiddle in hand
Sawing down the line
Sunday there at the congo square
The rhythm never dies
The rhythm never dies

In new orleans
New orleans
Oh down in new orleans
Oh down in new orleans

And I wait as the trumpets call all the saints to see
Parades are marching down the streets
Down in new orleans
Down in new orleans
Down in new orleans
Hey yeah
Hey yeah