DuMonde Lyrics

There's a little boy with bottle caps tacked to his shoes

He's dancin to the sound of some Jackson Square Blues!

He's working for coin from some touristy blonde

These are the pictures from Café Dumonde

There's a man with a trumpet playing "Doxology"

A tuba and guitarman accompany

The people all smile as they play out their song

These are the pictures from Café Dumonde

You'll see horses and carriages waiting for fares

Who give colorful rides and tell French Quarter tales

You'll see Ghostly and Vampire Tours walk before dawn

These are the pictures from Café Dumonde

These are the pictures from Café Dumonde

So come visit the Big Easy and sit for a spell

Its right down Decatur and just past the Square

The Coffee and Bignets will make you grow fond

Of the memories created at Café Dumonde

Of the memories created at Café Dumonde