Cover
Blaze Foley

Lyrics

She really was a beauty at the Ches Paris I smiled at her, she smiled at me A dancer in the spotlight, dancing down in New Orleans Cold black hair and ivory eyes DaVinci prob'ly paint her if he were only alive A dancer in the spotlight, dancing down in New Orleans Down to Tipatina's on a Saturday night The crawfish people, they dance 'till it's light Going to Tipatina's down in New Orleans You don't have to go nowhere on your own two feet You get driven by the rhythm of the mambo beat Going to Tipatina's, going down to Orleans The bars are always open, just a nickel for the phone Got a lot of friends who live there, I think I'm goin Going to see Rudee, Rudee down in New Orleans I hope that old Saint Peter, when it's time for me to go Will let me out of heaven for one last show I'm going to see Rudee, Rudee down in New Orleans Mardi Gras Super Bowl New Orleans