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New Orleans
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It’s late in the evening and I’m
closing down my day
Off with all the lights, then my
dreams take me away
To New Orleans, the alleys of Bourbon
Street
Sin fills the air, and with a drink
in my hand I take to the street
Music fills the air and enters the
soul of every man
Inspiration wells in me, and with a
click of the sticks I start up the band
Music fills the air and moves the
people to their feet
Their lips mimic the words and their
bodies the beat
This feels like heaven, why must this
be a dream
I’m falling, yes I’m falling down
To New Orleans, the Mississippi River
flows
Hurricane winds blow and I love to
hear that crazy Cajun Zydeco
Music fills the air as the good sun
goes to sleep
Sin fills the air and the party
starts on Bourbon Street.
©1994 Sean Moore
