Ken Jameson: my music

Down In New Orleans

(Ken Jameson)

Part of her soul is Spanish, Part of her soul is French
Part of her is from Africa she is truly American
She has roots in Cuba, She’s a little bit Irish too
With a mix of class and rhythm that is sure to seduce you

Old brick buildings loom on every corner
Wrought iron serpents dance and interweave
Spirits haunt dark corners as the bells toll
The sacred side by side with the obscene
Down in New Orleans

It’s a hot night on Bourbon just your lover and you
Add some whiskey and music and feel your spirit start to move
All the women look fine now, as you watch their bodies groove
Your heads turning so fast you can’t see that she’s left you

Searching all the faces of the evening
Looking for the one the your heart needs
Fearing that your love is lost forever
Now you know exactly what it means to be
Down in New Orleans
You know what it means

Hear the raindrops echo off the rooftops
Gas Lamp’s light reflected off the street
The cathedral looks so ominous at nighttime
Teardrops coming down your face in streams

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans