these from a louisiana girl (me)
New Orleans Ladies (awesome song)
LeRoux
New Orleans ladies
A sassy style that will drive you crazy
And they hold you like the light
Hugs the wick when this candle's burning
Them Creole babies
Thin and brown and downright lazy
And they roll just like a river
A little wade will last forever
All the way
From Bourbon Street to Esplanade
They sashay by...
They sashay by...
New Orleans ladies
A flair for life, love, and laughter
And they hold you like the night
Holds a chill when this cold wind's blowing
Them Creole babies
They strut and sway from dusk til dawn
And they roll just like the river
A little wade will last forever
All the way
From Bourbon Street to Esplanade
They sashay by...
They sashay by...
Jambalaya
Good-bye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
Oh my john, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo
'cause tonight i'm gonna meet ma cher amio
PIck guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
KInfolk come to see my john by the dozen
Dress in style go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
And i'll catch all my fish in the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my john what he need-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)
Louisiana Man (Acuff & Rose) sung by Doug Kershaw
At birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama’s cooking papa something to eat
At half past papa he’s ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
Bridge: (1st)
He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s got Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady Mink, a Muskrat’s cousin
Got ‘em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa’s gonna turn ‘em into mon(ey)
They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that’s Mack
Bren(da) and Lin(da) are the family twins
And big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa’s great big boat
That’s how my papa goes into town
It takes every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where people stay
Bridge: (2nd)
I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That’s the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
He’d even let me see a cowboy show
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
I told my pop I’ve gotta go again
Papa said son we’ve got lines to run
We’ll come back again but first there’s work to be done
He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana Man
The City of New Orleans
by Steve Goodman
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
CHORUS
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.
Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS
From the 1978 release "All In Good Time"
Words and music by John Kay
Down in New Orleans
The nights are hot and long
Ev'ry day's Saturday night
Down in the quarter
The music's loud and strong
Wish I'd be there tonight
Down in New Orleans
The nights are free and wild
Women will treat you all right
Down from the quarter they're calling me
And I wish I could go tonight
Every time I walk on by
The joints on Bourbon Street
I feel a glow from my head
Right down to my feet
They're places of ev'ry description
Where no one cares who you are
There are people of all persuasions
Carousing in the crowded bars
Down in New Orleans
The nights are free and wild
Women will treat you all right
Down from the quarter they're calling me
And I wish I could go tonight
Walk right on in, sit right down
Drink a hurricane
While everybody gathers 'round
To watch the dancers undulate
The workin' girl in the corner
Is hitting the local bar
And everyone in the quarter
Brace themselves for Mardi Gras
Down in New Orleans…
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
The lyrics by Louis Armstrong
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring
The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans
"GIVE ME LOUISIANA"
by Doralice Fontane
Give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
The state of snowy cotton,
The best I've ever known;
A state of sweet magnolias
And creole melodies
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
Oh what sweet old memories
The mossy old oaks bring
It brings us the story of our Evangeline
A state of old tradition,
Of old plantation days
Makes good old Louisiana
The sweetest of all states.
Give me Louisiana,
A state prepared to share
That good old southern custom,
Hospitality so rare;
A state of fruit and flowers,
Of sunshine and spring showers
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
Its woodlands, Its marshes
Where humble trappers live
Its rivers, Its valleys,
A place to always give
A state where work is pleasure,
With blessings in full measure
Makes good old Louisiana
The dearest of all states.
Give me Louisiana,
Where love birds always sing
In shady lanes or pastures,
The cowbells softly ring;
The softness of the sunset
Brings peace and blissful rest
Oh give me Louisiana,
The state where I was born
The smell of sweet clover
Which blossoms everywhere
The fresh new mown hay
Where children romp and play
A state of love and laughter,
A state for all here after
Makes good old Louisiana
The grandest of all states.
"YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE" Official State Song
by Jimmie H. Davis and Charles Mitchell
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried;
CHORUS:
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;
CHORUS
You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;
CHORUS
Louisiana my Louisiana
the place where I was borne.
White fields of cotton
-- green fields clover,
the best fishing
and long tall corn;
CHORUS
Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya
the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,
the finest oysters
and sweet strawberries
from Toledo Bend to New Orleans;
CHORUS
"LOUISIANA MY HOME SWEET HOME"
by Sammie McKenzie, Lou Lavoy and Castro Carazo
Kissed by the Gulf's mighty stream,
A lovely state, LOUISIANA,
Where sweet magnolias, so rare,
Perfume the air
With fragrance that's supreme.
God bless our lovely state.
It's a paradise right here on earth.
CHORUS:
LOUISIANA, LOUISIANA,
It's beauty's always aglow.
Moss covered shade trees
Sway in the cool breeze
While lazy bayous flow.
The sugar cane gleams
Beneath the moonbeams
That light the Heaven's silvr'y dome.
Deep in the Southland
There is a dreamland:
LOUISIANA, my home, sweet home.
2006-06-25 13:17:27
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The best I can think of is 'Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man' by Conway Tweety and Loretta Lynn (I might have made a mistake with the spelling)
It was in the video-game, Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, too.
Though it isn't about the place Louisiana, it is about a woman from Lousiana... is that ok?
2006-06-23 03:13:09
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