KING CREOLE

CHICROS


There's a king, in New-Orleans,
Playing guitar like a Tommy gun,
Oh yeah.

Remeber the days, when he drove fast
cars,
Soaring his dope, now for where the good
Times are.
Fooling around with a nasty crowd,
Well he just don't care, cos he only dares, to
drink alone tonight.
Oh yeah, alright.

He lost himself in a dead-end street,
Nodody really liked him in New-orleans.

There was a king, in New-Orleans,
Playing guitar like a son of a gun, oh yeah.


Writer/s: Olivier MARGUERIT, mathieu WARSKY, Philippe MONTHAYE