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Norbert Leo Butz, Yancey Arias, Jamison Stern, and Chorus in the musical The Confidence Man
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This song shares musical elements with "The Future Ain't What It Used to Be."
Lyrics[]
I've got a funny kind of feelin'
Like standin' on top of the sea
Instead of me going' the way to New Orleans
New Orleans is comin' to me
It doesn't matter where I've been to
What matters is where I will be
Most places I've been to, I've been to too often
But New Orleans is comin' to me
So dance me a while
Advance me a while
Fidèle, be faithful
Escort me a while
Cavort me a while
Fidèle, be true
Sing me past the shapes that assemble on the borders of the night
Lift me through the mountains that tremble 'til the ending is in sight
Deep roots grow along the river
Long shoots flow into its waters
The blood of the Missisippi
Rises up in its sons and daughters
Warm finger breezes got a hold of me
Proud arms are pullin' me forward
Ancestral tears are washin' over me
I'm crying, 'cause I'm travel-tired
Mama, I'm home again!
A distant dot on the horizon
Is risin' beyond Tennessee
From Vicksburg to Greenville, and on up to Clarksdale
New Orleans is comin' to me
There is magic more than this one
That beckons so welcomingly
Just outta St. Louis, and halfway to heaven
New Orleans is comin' to me
It means something
It means something
I'm standing still through Memphis
And I really want to emphasize
I'm standing still through Memphis
And I really want to emphasize
It means something
It means something
I'm suddenly in Natchez
And I don't know where the catch is
But I'm suddenly in Natchez
And I don't know where the catch is
But it means something
It means something...
It means something
It means something
Cruisin' through Tallulah
Too unsual to eulogize
We're cruisin' through Tallulah
Too unusual to eulogize
It means something
It means something
Tallulah and Eudora
Oozin' to us through the flora
Marianna, then Eudora
Then Tallulah through the flora
Oh it means something
It means something...
Deep roots grow along the river
Long shoots flow into its waters
The blood of the Missisippi
Rises up in its sons and daughters
Warm finger breezes got a hold of me
Proud arms are pullin' me forward
Ancestral tears are washin' over me
I'm crying, 'cause I'm travel-tired
Mama, I'm home again!
It isn't God or superstition
That makes me go down on one knee
It's something I feel, like a boat feels the water
New Orleans is comin' to me