Chris Barber - New Orleans Lyrics
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New Orleans
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What Are The Lyrics For New Orleans By Chris Barber?
I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to new orleans They got a honeysuckle droopin' on a honeysuckle vine And a love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well look out, hey, hey, yeah (Well look out, hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody down to Basin Street Listen to the music of the dixieland beat Well the magnolia blossems fill the air Said you ain't been to heaven till you been down there They got rich moss hangin' from a big oak tree Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Whoa I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Well come on everybody take a trip with me On down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Well the honeysuckle droopin' on a honeysuckle vine And love is a growin' there all the time Well every southern bell is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans |
Who Wrote New Orleans By Chris Barber?
Joseph F. Royster, Frank J. Guida
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What's The Duration Of The New Orleans By Chris Barber?The duration of New Orleans is 4:42 minutes and seconds. |
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