| Song Length |
5:19 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Blues - General |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
One Way Ticket
1997 Whit and Al Hill
Collar's up, my head's hung down
Shuffling thru this sleet and snow
I'm gonna leave this town.
Got no money, that's a fact
Going to the Crescent City
and I ain't coming back
I got a one-way ticket to New Orleans...
Pack my bags, say goodbye
Kiss my mama, I know that'll make her cry
I want etoufee, beans and rice
I wanna live in a creole paradise
I got a one-way ticket to New Orleans.
Tipitina's, the Maple Leaf
My spirit's flying in the second line
like an Indian chief.
gonna meet my baby, beat my drum
It's gonna be a big old party, people
Don't you wanna come?
I got a one-way ticket to New Orleans.