"On my way to New Orleans"

Down in the fields where the cane grows high;
I have begun to question why;
Big wheel down by the mill is turnin'
Desire in my heart;
For New Orleans is a burnin'
Voodoo spirits don't mess with me;
I want to walk them streets so let me be;
I'll have me some gumbo down on the bayou;
And get me some work for a jingle in my britches;
Find a flat to live in near the Quarter;
With a pretty little brown skin day by day;
Maybe a thing or two I'll learn;
To dig and be dug in due return;
Ah til the sun comes up in the morn;
An' til I see that bayou moon;
I'm headed to the Quarter of New Orleans;
For the song of my own sweet tune;

~Moses~

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