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

And back down I don't want to waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Waste my time with a Strollin' to the party like my name is El Nino Well I'm hangin' out drinking in the back

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Always on a different route, I do the wrong things right! Alright now, we're going back in time! We'll rock this party 'til the walls come crashing down, so buy another 21 with no direction, living life to the fullest is my intention! We're gonna party

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to Apalachicola It's hi y'all did ya eat well Don't let this old goat cross With the southern voice Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya It's cicadas making noise

Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

I'm sprung, Dog she got me, Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Well it all come down to her

I spend my nights down on the wharf In unlit alleyways By the church downtown Where Sally prays Come down sometime We'll share a rusty can of corn... And listen to the radio I love you, I love you, it says...