Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, Been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean Now her hair was jet black, And her name was Codene

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go 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 lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

Baby, please don't go Before I be your dog Turn your lamp down low You know your man down gone You brought me way down here Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans, you know I love you so I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone I beg you all

With a Salt Lake City blues I lost my sugar in Salt Lake City Oh, why did I go there I should have stayed down in New Orleans And never gone nowhere A girl with sweet talk from Kansas City Her words were sweet like wine She bought him diamonds and

Sweet Little Sixteen Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis All the Cats wanna dance with In Pittsburgh, P. A. Way down in New Orleans 'Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand Way Down in New Orleans

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border