Sons of New Orleans Lyrics

We played on the levee and swam in the river

Not a care in the world

St. Andrews on Sundays

Red beans on Mondays

Mama was a New Orleans girl

Sometimes I think it was pure literature

We didn't know how lucky we were

Son of a gun we were sons of New Orleans

I was seven years old in the Quarter

When I heard my first Dixieland band

The trumpets, the drummer

The spell we were under

We never did land

Been chasing that moment most of my life

Man it's still sweeter than creole spice

Son of a gun, we were sons of New Orleans

Sons of New Orleans

March to the beat of different drum

Sons of New Orleans

Always come back to where they're from

Yeah the city that care forgot

Would make anybody care a lot

Son of a gun

To be a sun of New Orleans

When we leave home

The Saints and the Dome still live in our hearts

Can't take the city

Out of the boy

Who grew up near City Park

We always come back to those streetcar streets

Yes Louis Armstrong we know what it means

Son of a gun we're the sons of New Orleans

Sons of New Orleans

March to the beat of different drum

Sons of New Orleans

Always come back to where they're from

Yeah the city that care forgot

Would make anybody care a lot

Son of a gun

To be a sun of New Orleans

Sons of New Orleans

March to the beat of different drum

Sons of New Orleans

Always come back to where they're from

Yeah the city that care forgot

Would make anybody care a lot

Son of a gun

To be a sun of New Orleans

Pretty damn fun

To be a son of New Orleans