I have seen bright lights burnin' up and down of old Broadway.
I've seen them in old Havana, Birmingham, Alabama.
They say, they're always sayin' somethin', Mr. Klein.
I'll tell you what they're gonna say.
Talk loud, they're sayin' nothin'.
Oh, but they don't compare.
Not even close.
To our hometown, New Orleans.
Take a sip, take a sip of my city.
Oh, but there you'll see.
The old Tin Roof Cafe.
Where they play the blues till the break of day.
They got fascinating ladies all hangin' around.
Oh, they're playin' all the best blues in town.
Oh, Lord, Lord, oh Lord.
I got those old Tin Roof blues.
Oh, yes.
Oh, yeah.


Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

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