(Verse 1) From TucsonArizona to the plains of South Dakota Through snow-covered mountain passes and the forest thick and green Passing all them cities Down the mighty Mississippi On a big ole’ steamboat Bound for New Orleans
(Chorus 1) In New Orleans they say that the music plays all night And ther aint' no rowdy cowboys just itchin' for a fight Yes a gentleman I'll be Walkin' proud and livin' free Where the river meets the sea I'm bound for New Orleans
(Verse 2) I had my fill of whisky And saloon gals who were frisky And I never shot and killed a man Who didn’t draw first on me But that sheriff’s gal in Boulder Laid her head against my shoulder Now I’m a wanted man Bound for New Orleans
(Instrumental)
(Verse 3) Y'see he pulled out a Forty-five Then someone shot him from behind He just stood there grinnin’ as he fell down on his knees I finally busted outta jail With a mean ole’ posse on my tail And the river looked invitin’ So I'm bound for New Orleans
(Chorus 2) In New Orleans its civil-like And the Poker dealers fair The women all are pretty In their fancy clothes and hair And the bourbon is so cheap It's even used to wash the streets Where the river meets the sea I'm bound for New Orleans
...This is totally out of my sphere of things, but DOES make me think George Clooney and "O Brother, Where Art Thou", so that makes it very good in my book! Actually, I reckon you must have hired Ed Kostro for the photo shoot and one of his cats is keepin discreetly out of mischief behind the bar... Hard men are such softies at heart! Have never understood the label "Bluegrass"... what are they on down there? Too many peace pipes with somethin being smoked that's not tobaccy, I reckon... and, New Orlean, is that Dixie? Sorry, too many questions, but this has got me thinking... and singing along! Neat work, EDL. TY Kate xx
Safer down there in the far south...this would make a GREAT song of some kind, I would love to see it do so...Ed
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2005
Third times the charm, eh? Hope so. Here is what I said on the last posting: Yeah, it looks like New Orleans will be a good bet for you, desperado. Good poem/song.
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a melody and have them recorded.
I love that picture!;-)
~ Mari
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