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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Music of New Orleans, Vol. 5: New Orleans Jazz - The Flowering (Hutchinson, Hutch) · New Orleans Soul: The Original Sound of New Orleans Soul 1966-76 (Aaron Neville) · New Orleans Soul: The Original Sound of New Orleans Soul 1966-76 (Aaron Neville) · Sounds of New Orleans, Vol. 10: New Orleans Trumpets (Hutchinson, Hutch) · New Orleans Jazz: Just a Closer Walker with Thee & Other New Orleans Jazz Classics [#1] (Olympia Serenaders) · For New Orleans: Benefit for the Musicians Village New Orleans Habitat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · New Orleans Jazz Babies/New Orleans Five (New Orleans Jazz Babies) · New Orleans: The Living Legends - Jim Robinson's New Orleans Band (Jim Robinson) · The New New Orleans Music: New Music Jazz (New Orleans Saxophone Ensemble) – and 90 other albums »


Five brothers and three in their teens

Close behind the man

Who killed their pa in New Orleans

New Orleans


When first they saw the killer

He was by
in their teens
Close behind the man
Who killed their pa in New Orleans
New Orleans

When first they saw the killer
He was by the waterhole
Five rifles
by the old bayou

You've never seen
You've never seen those Cupid doll queens
Like they got 'em in New Orleans
And, oh, they love you like no one
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by
turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for my getaway keys
Wrapped up in
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by
From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
call the City of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with an old man on the club car many a point nobody's keepin'
(Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm
body's at home but my heart's on the road
Alberquerque and New Orleans hamburgers and pinto beans
Big mountains and river beds happy anywhere I lay my
Dancy's dream
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans
A good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between
The hymns on Sunday mornin'
to New Orleans.

Chorus

Out of gas and out of luck and out of hopes and dreams,
Busted by the state police mile marker 118.
Judge said, "Son, they'll be
to New Orleans.

Chorus

Out of gas and out of luck and out of hopes and dreams,
Busted by the state police mile marker 118.
Judge said, "Son, they'll be
tapping our computers and telephones

What if Al Quaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by the government's
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse 

Saw the bullfighter's
the day is done

Night-time on The City of New Orleans
A-changin' cars a-down in Memphis, Tennessee
Well, a half way home, and a we gonna be there by
man 
Guitar 
Truck driver 

Well he's truckin' on down from Memphis 
Cruisin' down to New Orleans 
Tonight he sleeps alone with a Cajun queen
There's a hundred thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where
a chalice
I'm demanding the truth, put your hands to the roof
Be a man, that's a challenge

Ascension
(Challenge, are you up for that challenge)
A brand new
Well he's truckin' on down from Memphis
Cruisin' down to New Orleans
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well there's smoke from the stacks
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes 
And I
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived
King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He
high
He jumps so high and
Then he lightly touches down

i met him in a New orleans cafè
He was down and out

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I knew a man