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!