Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pulled into New Orleans Dust on my old boots Sun sinking slow Sky the color of fruit Followed that river Where the hot nights meet Found myself wandering Down on Bourbon Street [Chorus] New Orleans, you got a spell on me From Bourbon Street to the old oak trees Sea food and Benoit’s, baby, set me free Jazz in the French Quarter Voodoo in the water New Orleans, you got a spell on me [Verse 2] Trumpet on the corner Old man tapping time Laughter in the alley Sweet smoke and brine Red beans on the table Shrimp piled high You taste that first bite And you about to testify (oh yeah) [Chorus] New Orleans, you got a spell on me From Bourbon Street to the old oak trees Sea food and Benoit’s, baby, set me free Jazz in the French Quarter Voodoo in the water New Orleans, you got a spell on me [Bridge] Little gris-gris hanging From a backroom door She said, “Make your wish, darlin’ What you come here for?” I said, “One more night Where the saints still sing” She smiled, lit a candle Said, “Boy, that’s an easy thing” [Chorus] New Orleans, you got a spell on me From Bourbon Street to the old oak trees Sea food and Benoit’s, baby, set me free Jazz in the French Quarter Voodoo in the water New Orleans, you got a spell on me
Tags
jazz, Laid-back old-country groove with brushed drums, upright bass, and warm electric guitar; male vocals in a storytelling drawl. Fiddle and muted trumpet color the verses, then the chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a gently swinging backbeat. Subtle organ pad and walking bass build through a short bridge before a soft, rootsy outro., smooth, country
Duration
3:11
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026