New orleans

[Verse 1]
Ah woke up wit' da thunder rollin' slow,
Steam risin’ off da Gulf, streets drippin’ low.
Creole breeze whisperin’ dreams in mah ear,
Sayin’ “boy, ya roots run deep ‘round here.”

[Chorus]
Down in Nawlins Town,
Where the moon don’t sleep ‘til the sun goes down.
Jazz in the blood, voodoo in the soul,
Ain’t no place else makes a poor man whole.
Yeah, down in Nawlins... down in Nawlins Town...

[Verse 2]
Ma grandma cooked gumbo with hands o’ gold,
Told tales o’ spirits that never grow old.
Mardi Gras ghosts dancin’ on Chartres Street,
Leavin' footprints in that bayou beat.

[Chorus]
Down in Nawlins Town,
Where the trumpet cry breaks ya sorrow down.
Smoke in the air, fire in ya chest,
That sweet decay where the blues can rest.
Yeah, down in Nawlins... down in Nawlins Town...

[Bridge – Spoken]
Laissez les bon temps rouler, cher...
We don’ just live… we live it rare.
Ain’t ‘bout da money, ain’t ‘bout da fame—
It’s who you are when ya call her name.

[Final Chorus]
Down in Nawlins Town,
Where saints still march, and love is loud.
From Congo Square to Bourbon nights,
This soul still burns in neon lights.
Down… down in Nawlins… down in Nawlins Town...