I walk the street’s of new Orleans
With the girl of my dream’s
I’ve seen a dozen brassbands play and swing
While little children laugh , dance & sing 
I’ve seen old men [bad word] singin the blues
With top hats’, canes and spectator shoes
I consider myself lucky to have fallen in love
With a girl, a city and the river of mud [bad word] Let me know ! ………where I can go to save my soul?
Let me know!………where I can go to save my soul?

I had a drink with ol’ Louies’ ghost
He was our most gracious host
I’ve heard Gabriel sing & play his horn
And lived to see the day both my babies were born
I love Jelly, Fats, fes and king
They were the ones that taught the world to swing
I consider myself lucky to have fallen in love
With the music, a city and the river of mud [bad word] Let me know!………where I can go to save my soul?
Let me know!………where I can go to save my soul?
New Orleans…new Orleans
It’s where I can go …to save my soul!