It could be Dixieland,
It could be Ragtime,
It could be Preservation Hall.
It could be Zydeco,
It could be Cajun.
It could be any sound,
Blues and such.
It could be Gospel coming out from all those clubs.
As you walk down that street, you hear the music.
If you think you see the devil...
Laughing at the devil goes, "Ha-ha-ha!"
When you think you see the devil now...
I'm not afraid of the devil anymore!
You're drawn to each door.
In each door everybody says, "Come on in!
"Come on in, get a little bit of this stuff. Get a little bit of this..."
You go into one door, you spend an hour or two.
You walk out, you walk down the street,
You go into another door,
And before you know it?
Its six o'clock in the morning.
And it's Sunday morning.
If you think you see the devil:
Laugh him down.
When you think you see the devil now:
Laugh him down.
And you start all over again:
«Laissez les bon temps rouler!»