Lyrics:
thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans.
Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot.
I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro
Deep down in 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
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
yo wus up shkin porkchop are baken cause it's the mutha
fucken hot boysss from new orlean city where the hoes
aight and the niggaz are pretty cause
kitchens
And get into my pantry get my blackberry jim jam that I'd pick blackberries
And make a jim jam in the winter time to take out on the shrimpin'
but she just walked up the block
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen,
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back in the pines among the evergreens
There in an old cabin made of earth and wood
There lived
Attention,
This is a interruption.
Stay tuned for a message from the Godson.
Jam, whoa, jam.
Jam, jam, jam for me, Teddy.
(Teddy's jam, yo.)
to New Orleans the battle of 1812
With old Hickory at the throttle she drove the British out
The freedom train's a fine train the toppest of the world it
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem."
I traveled through East Texas
Where
the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Oh boy, this dude is outta sight!
Everything he does seems to come out right
Nobody ever left New Orleans as mad as I was
I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz
You were right, it got about as bad as it
jam huomi inne neo-orleans
namaeyena “asa sol”
dan perpana fu mange lapsi aman
kami, un shiru ka un een
mama f’un dan mah kledji
maha dan neo djin
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, Philadelphia ain't the place for me.
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, Philadelphia ain't the place for me.
They're really rockin' in Boston
Pittsburg, PA
In the heart of Texas
And 'round Frisco Bay
Way over in St. Louis
Down in New Orleans
The cats
a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Oh, this dude is outta sight!
Everything he does seems
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Deep down in 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
Leave work early to go and parang
my friend invite me to come and take a jam
by time I reach by d' door, he pull out d' ham
I eat my belly full now I
When I walk through a jam, no one knows who I am
Put your head on my chest and I am Mr. Success
Never closed me a deal, all at once I'm a wheel
and
The witch queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
Possessed by the devil's skew
From a shack near the swamp lands
Of mud pie brick
Marie
can't even lie
I been getting so high just watch the day fly by
Miss my New Orleans Lover Miss my New Orleans Lover
Miss my New Orleans Lover Miss my New
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