Nola
Walking to the city just like Domino
I bet you've heard about the rising sun
So many stories I heard one by one
Louisiana's daughter
Second to none
Inside its colors and their different shades
Among the scars of time and hurricanes
Something more than I could ever say
Some voodoo charm
I hear it calling my name
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
Big Easy nightlife in a state of art
In every corner music and delight
For all the misfits it fits just right
All bourbon lights
I see them blurring my sight
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
Feel the breeze blowing from the river
You gotta be where your heart is
Give it a chance let it fill your spirit
You gotta be where your heart is
Nola
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
More than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
I bet you've heard about the rising sun
So many stories I heard one by one
Louisiana's daughter
Second to none
Inside its colors and their different shades
Among the scars of time and hurricanes
Something more than I could ever say
Some voodoo charm
I hear it calling my name
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
Big Easy nightlife in a state of art
In every corner music and delight
For all the misfits it fits just right
All bourbon lights
I see them blurring my sight
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
Feel the breeze blowing from the river
You gotta be where your heart is
Give it a chance let it fill your spirit
You gotta be where your heart is
Nola
All that jazz raise the dead
And there's more than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
More than meets the eye
Marching in like the saints
Everywhere the music is loud
Let the good times roll
In the streets of Nola
Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo De Andrade
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