Come on and take a trip down to New Orleans
When life was rich, though the Massah might be mean
We could dance the baboula at the ball of the quadroon
We could jump around naked 'neath the Voodoo Moon
That's when I want to be American
To be American through and through
Let the chains and the lash
Turn me red, black and blue
Let me feel American through and through
Back in the times before the blues was blue
Way before the Civil War was through
Way way before Storyville
When all that jazz would come along
I want to know how it felt
To be dark and smart and strong
That's when I want to be American
To be American through and through
Though the chains and the lash
Make me red, black and blue
Got to feel American through and through
Jeff Massanari - electric lap steel guitar; Erik Walker - piano solo; Diesel Cats - ukulele.
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