Bobby Charles - Down South in New Orleans Lyrics

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Down South in New Orleans

Down South in New Orleans Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Down South in New Orleans By Bobby Charles?
Down south in New Orleans,
The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, Got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, love's no dream, Down south in New Orleans. My dark eyed baby, I'm on my way, Back into your arms to stay. I'm tired of work, I wanna play. I'll make sweet love to you night and day. Down south in New Orleans, The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, Got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, love's no dream, Down south in New Orleans. I want to get too loose, on Toulose Street, I wanna kiss all the Creole girls I see. Drink all day, dance all night. Do it wrong, 'til I do it right. Down south in New Orleans, The prettiest girls I've ever seen. Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet, we make love to the Rumba beat. Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed, Got a one way ticket, ain't comin' back. Life's a pleasure, love's no dream, Down south in New Orleans. |
Who Wrote Down South in New Orleans By Bobby Charles?
Anglin Jack, Jack Anglin, Jim Anglin, Johnny Wright
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What's The Duration Of The Down South in New Orleans By Bobby Charles?The duration of Down South in New Orleans is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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