I am New Orleans;
I am that New Orleans soul,
That bass turned down low
Playing that Old Time Rock and Roll
I am dancing with you
I am New Orleans
I am that rhythm
That 12-bar blues
I am Mr. Johnny R. Cash
I am Crosby
I am New Orleans
I am Stills
I am Nash
I am a magnoila tree, playing a guitar of steel
I am muggy weather, muddy waters
I am porch steps and neighborhood daughters
I am New Orleans
What kill others makes me stronger
“I ain’t no millionaire’s son.”
“I ain’t no fortunate one.”
Don’t need to tell me what to do
Don’t have to prove myself to you
I am New Orleans
I am New Orleans
I don’t need to wear no shoes
I am morning coffee
Channel 6 news
I am Mr. Drew Christopher Brees
I am New Orleans
Black and gold fleur de lis
Sippin’ lemon iced tea
“Let it be, oh, let it be.”
I am cracked pavement
On these city streets
I am New Orleans
Esplanade to Magazine
I am dead, gratefully
Can’t stop this voodoo queen
Rolling in them Georgia peaches
I am New Orleans
I am New Orleans
I am a banjo-picking
Fingerlickin’ good
Popeye’s chicken,
Mashed potatoes,
biscuit eating
Hindu-Christian
Mardi Gras queen,
I am New Orleans.
Melissa, age 16
