новый орлеан

Woke up this morning to the sound of brass,
Frenchmen Street calling, I'm moving fast!
The Big Easy rhythm's pumping through my veins,
Got that Crescent City swing, breaking all my chains!

Hear that trumpet wailing down the avenue,
Trombone sliding, telling stories true.
Clarinet's crying with a sweet refrain,
Ain't nothing like New Orleans after the rain!

Oh, sweet New Orleans, my musical home!
From Bourbon Street to the Bayou, wherever I roam!
Let the good times roll, that's what we say,
Jazz is the language we speak every day!
Yes indeed!

Met a fortune teller down in Jackson Square,
She read my future with a knowing stare.
Said, "Son, your heart belongs to this old town,
Where music rises up when the sun goes down!"

Drummer keeping time like a heartbeat strong,
Bass thumping deep, can't go wrong.
Piano rolling, fingers dancing free,
This is the sound that made history!

Oh, sweet New Orleans, my musical home!
From Bourbon Street to the Bayou, wherever I roam!
Let the good times roll, that's what we say,
Jazz is the language we speak every day!
Oh yeah!

When the river rises and the skies turn gray,
Music keeps us going, come what may.
Through every storm, every loss, every tear,
These melodies remind us why we're here.

I say jazz, you say New Orleans! 
I say music, you say freedom! 
I say swing, you say it loud! 
Make the ancestors proud!

Oh, sweet New Orleans, my musical home!
From Bourbon Street to the Bayou, wherever I roam!
Let the good times roll, that's what we say,
Jazz is the language we speak every day!

So grab your handkerchief and join the parade,
Second line stepping, traditions won't fade!
As long as there's breath in this old heart of mine,
I'll be singing these songs till the end of time!