New Orleans

Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep
For the bayou abets them, doesn’t forget them
Winds them up, baby, sets them free.

Way down, down, down in New Orleans

Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep
Damp and shambling with resewn seams
to a jitter jazz brass swamp creeper swing

Way down, down, down in New Orleans

Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep
Fingering their Mardi Gras beads
with Spanish Moss skin and songs of hot steam

Underground, down, down in New Orleans

Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep
Moving tongues to the voodoo speak
keeping bloodjump time with the second line beat

Way down, down, down in New Orleans

Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep
Loup Garou, bayou green
Resuscitates the flesh and feeds

Way down, down, down in New Orleans

If you should die down in Weeziana
better make damn sure they don’t cut off your feet, cuz
Way down, down, down in New Orleans
They don’t bury the bodies far enough deep

Underground, down, down in New Orleans