Goin' to Louisiana...

[festbabe]

...in my mind.
I'm already gone...I'm gone.
Say nice things about me, cause I'm gone.
Going to Louisiana...in...my...mind.

(thanks to James Taylor for the melody)

See y'all on the second WE!

:D

[Cleophus]

I'm goin' down in Louisiana
Be, be, (baby?) behind the sun
I'm goin' down in Louisiana
Honey, behind the sun
Well, you know I just found out
My troubles just begun

I'm goin' down in New Orleans, hmm
Get me a mojo hand
I'm goin' down in New Orleans
Get me a mojo hand
(spoken: oh take me with you, man, when you goin')
I'm 'on show all you goodlookin' women
Yes, how to treat your man
(spoken: let's go back to New Orleans)

--McKinley Morganfield (Muddy Waters)

[grisgris]

Oh wait, I live in Louisiana but got to drive thus Miss to get to NOLA. Oh well I'll be a happy camper when I hit I-10. That means I can get WWOZ. Woohoo.

[Jada]

Oh wait, I live in Louisiana but got to drive thus Miss to get to NOLA. Oh well I'll be a happy camper when I hit I-10. That means I can get WWOZ. Woohoo.


Safe travels Mel. See ya Friday! :)

[KYfunkfan]

i'm flyin' down this year, usually drive....i so love driving through mississippi into louisiana, listenin' to Dr. John's Sweet Home New Orleans....i'm going to miss that this year, but am going to love having the energy on Friday afternoon to get to my hotel around noon, go to the Quarter, have some beignets, then start my drank....

[festivalgirl]

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train got the disappea rin' railroad blues

Good night America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

[pokerchick66]

"Jesus just left Chicago and hes bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and hes bound for New Orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, Jesus.

You might not see him in person but He'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but He'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You dont have to worry cause takin care of business is His name."

[rosetree]

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train got the disappea rin' railroad blues

Good night America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Actually, it was written by Steve Goodman...;)
Enjoy your trip!

[Corona]

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars & 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
"The passengers will please refrain:
This train got the disappea rin' railroad blues

Good night America, how are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
I can hear John Boutte singing that right now...thanks festivalgirl :)

[rosetree]

In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shinin' down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises
Like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night

In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Down in New Orleans

There's a nightbird singing
Right on through till the dawn
And the streets are still ringing
With people carrying on

Oh it's been so long waitin'
Just to be here again
Anticipatin'
All the time I could spend

In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night

And I trust in your love, never falling down
I trust in your love
Just like I do in this town, oh never falling down
Oh never falling down

In the heart of the night
In the cool fallin' rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shinin' down on the Pontchartrain

And the river she rises
Like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
She reminds me of you (right here)

In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Oh oh down in New Orleans

And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans
Please don't wake me, don't shake me
If it's only, if it's only just a dream
'Cause it's the only place
That I can face, that makes me feels so right
Below that dixie moon and loving you
In the heart of the night

Poco

I particularly like the last lyric!

[NOLA]

"Jesus just left Chicago and hes bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and hes bound for New Orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, Jesus.

You might not see him in person but He'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but He'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You dont have to worry cause takin care of business is His name."


See ya at Acura for ZZ a week from tomorrow, Poker!

[KudzuQueen]

I have the same brain as Pokerchick.

[vegout]

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