'Way Down Yonder in New Orleans Songtext
von Bing Crosby & Louis Armstrong

Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of dreamy scenes
There′s a garden of Eden
Ooh, that's what I mean
Creole babies with flashin′ eyes
Softly whisper with tender sighs
Stop, oh won't you give your lady fair a little smile
Hey stop, bet your life you'll linger there a little while

There′s heaven right here on earth
With those beautiful queens
Down yonder in New Orleans


Way down yonder in New Orleans
Man you should′ve made all those scenes
Why don't you send me a ticket?)
Down on Bourbon and Rampart
Back there in the teens (The roaring, I′m king)
Way back yonder these poor old chops (Ha ha ha)
Had an embouchure that was tops (You were singing it)
Pops, you should've heard old Satchmo play (I′ll bet it was grand)
His chicks would leave their beaus to come and stand
Around the band

It was heaven right here on earth
With those beautiful queens
A-way down yonder in New Orleans

Orange blossom's sweet aroma
And the strains of La Paloma
Seem to put you into a coma
When those sad men would play
We would dig the continental (Conti-who?)
King Oliver and Parente
Swinging the tiger, that′s a-plenty
Until the break of day

Jambalaya and black-eyed peas
Wafting out on the evening breeze (Let's not waste any of this)
Man, you should've seen these minstrel men
Do their parade
Man, you talk about your lemonade
Made in the shade


It was heaven right here on earth
Before rocket machines
A-way down yonder in New Orleans