My Little Old Home Down in New Orleans
I never knew that the place I grew
Is the grandest place on earth.
'Till I roamed around from town to town
But now I know what it's worth.
Listen while I tell you 'bout the place I mean
It's my little old home down in New Orleans.
Oh-de-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee.
In the sunny south where the black oil flows,
That's where I long to be.
The Dixie-land, where the white cotton grows
Is calling now to me.
And soon I'll be in the land of my dreams;
It's my little old home down in New Orleans.
Oh-de-lay-ee, ay-ee, oh-lay-ee.
Oh-de-lay-he-ay, oh lay-ee.
Ah-lee-oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay, le-oh-lay-ee, oh, oh-lay-ee
I've been east, and way out west,
Been around most everywhere.
Now I'm headed south for a good long rest.
I'll be glad when I get there.
All the wonderful things, it seems,
Are awaiting for me down in New Orleans.
Oh-de-lay-ee, ay-ee, oh-lay-ee.
In the sunny south where the black oil flows,
That's where I long to be.
The Dixie-land, where the white cotton grows
Is calling now to me.
And soon I'll be in the land of my dreams;
And that's my little old home down in New Orleans.
Oh-de-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee.
Oh-de-lay-he-ay, oh lay-ee.
Ah-lee-oh-lay-ee, ay-oh-lay-ee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay, le-oh-lay-ee-ee, oh, oh-lay-ee
(New Orleans)
Autor(es): Jimmie Rodgers
