Red lights and white lines engraved in mind,
Soul's still weary and bent when I see neon lights.
Looks like Jesus skipped town when he couldn't pay the rent,
And there ain't nothing but sinners in this place since he left.
We love this city, New Orleans.
Well the blind man he asked me to shine on my shoes,
So I gave up my dollar and lent him some booze.
Well the street corner preacher, we spoke saving grace,
He's the same gambling man with no food on his plate.

We love this city, New Orleans,
The devil she sleeps down on Bourbon Street.
We love this city, New Orleans,
It's hard to stay sober in a town that don't sleep.

Now I ain't seen the sun now for three lonely days,
My friend's locked in chains and I ain't got the pay.
So I sang a few songs with the tambourine man,
He claimed he knew muddy waters and he'd lend me a hand.
And the smell of magnolias and smoke filled the air,
He said if you're looking for revelry you might find it here,
Said if you're looking for revelry, ya son, you're gonna find it here.

We love this city, New Orleans,
The devil she lives down on Bourbon Street.
We love this city, New Orleans,
It's hard to stay sober in a town that don't sleep.

New Orleans.