Down in the Crescent City, where the music never dies
Midnight on Frenchmen Street, neon glow and saxophone
Whiskey neat in a smoky room, I'm never quite alone
Moon is hanging over the bayou, silver on the water
That old piano man is playing like his heart's about to shatter
Oh, the stories these walls could tell
Crescent City nights, where the jazz keeps flowing
Soul and spirit rising, hearts are always glowing
From the Quarter to the swamps, where the spirits dance
New Orleans got me in a trance, mmm, a sweet trance
Bluesy trumpet crying out, brushes on the snare
Damp magnolia perfume drifting through the humid air
Ladies in their finest, gentlemen in suits
Swaying to that ancient rhythm, following their roots
Yeah, that's right, that's the magic here
Crescent City nights, where the jazz keeps flowing
Soul and spirit rising, hearts are always glowing
From the Quarter to the swamps, where the spirits dance
New Orleans got me, swing it, in a trance
Down in the Crescent City, where the music never dies