Way Down Yonder in New Orleans

Guess where do you think I'm going when the wind starts blowing strong?

Guess where do you think I'm going when the nights start growing long?

I ain't going east, I ain't going west,

I ain't going over the cuckoo's nest.

I'm bound for the town that I love best,

where life is one

sweet song.

Way down yonder in New Orleans, in the land of dreamy scenes, there's a Garden of Eden,

that's what I mean. Oh, Creole babies with flashing eyes softly whisper with tender sighs, "Stop, oh, won't you give your lady fair a little smile?

Stop, you bet your life you'll linger there a little while." Now there is Heaven right here on Earth with those beautiful queens way down yonder in New Orleans.

Now way down yonder in New Orleans, in the land of dreamy scenes, there is a Garden of Eden, you know what I mean.

Oh, Creole babies with flashing eyes softly whisper with tender sighs, "Stop, oh, won't you give your lady fair a little smile? Oh, stop, you bet your life you'll linger

there

a little while." Well, there is Heaven right here on Earth with those beautiful queens way down yonder in New Orleans