South in New Orleans Songtext
von Buddy Miller & Jim Lauderdale

We make love to the Rumba beat.
Down south in New Orleans,
The prettiest girls I′ve ever seen.
Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet,
We make love to the Rumba beat.
Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed,
Got a one way ticket, ain′t comin' back.
Life's a pleasure, love′s no dream,
Down south in New Orleans.

My dark eyed baby, I′m on my way,
Back into your arms to stay.
I'm tired of work, I wanna play.
I′ll make sweet love to you night and day.


Down south in New Orleans,
The prettiest girls I've ever seen.
Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet,
We make love to the Rumba beat.
Ship′s at anchor, my suitcase packed,
Got a one way ticket, ain't comin′ back.
Life's a pleasure, love's no dream,
Down south in New Orleans.

Down south in New Orleans,
The prettiest girls I′ve ever seen.
Sparkling eyes, lips so sweet,
We make love to the Rumba beat.
Ship′s at anchor, my suitcase packed,
Got a one way ticket, ain't comin′ back.
Life's a pleasure, love′s no dream,
Down south in New Orleans.