In a smoky joint on Bourbon Street,
Where the syncopated rhythms meet,
The brass is bold, the drums are tight,
And we’re swinging in the New Orleans night.

Trumpets blare with a joyful sound,
Feet are tapping on the ground,
A saxophone wails, a clarinet sighs,
Underneath those moonlit skies.

Oh, New Orleans, how you shine,
With your rhythm and your wine,
Jazz that’s smoother than fine champagne,
In the Crescent City where dreams don’t wane.

Laughter echoes in the air,
Folks are dancing everywhere,
From the bayou to the Vieux Carré,
Music’s magic guides the way.

Every note a story told,
Lovers young and lovers old,
Feel the spirit, feel the beat,
Lose yourself in Bourbon Street.

Oh, New Orleans, how you shine,
With your rhythm and your wine,
Jazz that’s smoother than fine champagne,
In the Crescent City where dreams don’t wane.