Текст песни Big Easy - Taylor Nauta feat. Kasey Ball

Going down to New Orleans
Going down to New Orleans
Gonna make a living with the songs I sing
Down in New Orleans

Playing on Bourbon Street
Playing on Bourbon Street
Gonna pick guitar and tap my feet
Down on Bourbon Street

Crescent City is calling me
I need them hot beignets and fresh pralines
It's been a little rough up in Tennessee, Lord
Times can't be this tough in the Big Easy

Gonna find me a Creole girl
Gonna find me a Creole girl
'Cause they're some of the finest women in the world
I'm gonna find me a Creole girl

Crescent City is calling me
I need them hot beignets and fresh pralines
It's been a little rough up in Tennessee, Lord
Times can't be this tough in the Big Easy

Well, I made it down to New Orleans
And got robbed on Magazine
Held at gunpoint, I lost everything
Welcome to New Orleans

The ladies won't pay me no mind
Them Creole babies won't pay me no mind
'Cause I'm to damn broke to show 'em a good time
So, the ladies won't pay me no mind

Crescent City is hard me
So, now I'm cooking hot beignets and fresh pralines
Trying to pay my way back to Tennessee, Lord
'Cause times sure are tough in the Big Easy

Yeah
Lord, times they sure are tough in the Big Easy
Ain't nothing easy about it