Tin Roof Blues

I have seen the bright lights burnin' up and down old Broadway

I've seen 'em in gay old Havana, Birmingham, Alabama

But say, they simply can't compare with my home town, New Orleans

'Cause when that jazz band starts in playin' slow

Folks get up and start a-swayin' to and fro

And when the drummer man lays down the beat

Hear that old floor man yellin', "Move your feet"

And oh, I get the titteroo blues

'Cause every day, my baby writes to me to say

She says, "Daddy, please, don't keep your baby grievin'

Tell me you'll soon be leavin'

Just say you'll pack your dancin' shoes

And come on home to New Orleans"

And that's why, that's why

Tomorrow evenin', my train is leavin'

I'm goin' back to my sweet, sweet mama

Tomorrow evenin', just like a breeze, I'll blow

Back home to New Orleans, where jazzin' babies grow

'Cause when that jazz band starts in playin' slow

Folks get up and start a-swayin' to and fro

And when the drummer man lays down the beat

Hear that old floor man yellin', "Move your feet"

And oh, I get the titteroo blues

Yeah, yeah