Voodoo Swing
Slick Krugers
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Down in the Crescent City...where the music never dies
Yeah, yeah, let it breathe
We in New Orleans, baby—where the groove don't quit
Down in Nawlins NOLA, where the streets stay loud
Jazz in my veins and the festival crowd
Whiskey in the air, piano cuttin' through
It's a voodoo swing—shit, that's what we do
Man, fuck a fake vibe, we got brass in the streets
Second line marchin', sweat on the beat.
From Frenchmen to Bourbon, it's a dirty groove
Piano keys talkin', got nothin' to prove
Muddy Mississippi in the rearview glow
Tippin' cups at Jazz Fest, let that soul flow
50's movie clips cut in, vinyl crackle grit
New Orleans born to swing, can't fake this shit
Down in nawlins NOLA, where the streets stay loud
Jazz in my veins and the festival crowd
Whiskey in the air, piano cuttin' through
It's a voodoo swing—shit, that's what we do
We talkin' Tipitina's and Preservation Hall
Piano in the back, brass killin' it all
Bayou rhythms, gospel choirs in the night
Ain't no stage too small, everything feel right
Mardi Gras madness, beads on the ground
That old Kermit Ruffins horn still brings that sound
French Quarter moonshine, piano in the lane
Cut me a 40's sample—let the record explain
And the night went on, the music never stopped
Down in nawlins NOLA, where the streets stay loud
Jazz in my veins and the festival crowd
Whiskey in the air, piano cuttin' through
It's a voodoo swing—shit, that's what we do
That's that NOLA joint—can't bottle this up
Let it drip in your bones, let the river erupt
Play it loud, play it dirty, play it sweet
It's a voodoo swing, let the motherfuckin' brass speak
So here's to the city where the music never fades
From dusty record cuts to the jazz parades
We keep it real, keep it raw, keep it true
It's a voodoo swing, and it's callin' you