... when the thermometer goes 'way up, and the weather is sizzling hot ...
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Tell me down in New Orleans. / Whiskey's steamin' just like wine.
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We'll take a boat to the land of dreams / Steam down the river, down to New Orleans
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We're going back to Dixie / Where the cotton used to grow.
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A houseboat tied to a big tall tree / A home for my papa and my mama and me
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Let the stormy clouds chase / Everyone from the place
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