Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jim McCormick
Canto
Mark Carson
Voces de fondo
Timmy Baudier
Guitarra
Thad Scott
Bajo
Johnny Sansone (accordion)
Otro instrumento
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jim McCormick
Autoría
Mark Carson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Mark Carson
Producción
Timmy Baudier
Producción
Rick Rooney
Coproducción
Justin Armstrong
Ingeniería
Letra
We played on the levee and swam in the river
Not a care in the world
St. Andrews on Sundays
Red beans on Mondays
Mama was a New Orleans girl
Sometimes I think it was pure literature
We didn't know how lucky we were
Son of a gun we were sons of New Orleans
I was seven years old in the Quarter
When I heard my first Dixieland band
The trumpets, the drummer
The spell we were under
We never did land
Been chasing that moment most of my life
Man it's still sweeter than creole spice
Son of a gun, we were sons of New Orleans
Sons of New Orleans
March to the beat of different drum
Sons of New Orleans
Always come back to where they're from
Yeah the city that care forgot
Would make anybody care a lot
Son of a gun
To be a sun of New Orleans
When we leave home
The Saints and the Dome still live in our hearts
Can't take the city
Out of the boy
Who grew up near City Park
We always come back to those streetcar streets
Yes Louis Armstrong we know what it means
Son of a gun we're the sons of New Orleans
Sons of New Orleans
March to the beat of different drum
Sons of New Orleans
Always come back to where they're from
Yeah the city that care forgot
Would make anybody care a lot
Son of a gun
To be a sun of New Orleans
Sons of New Orleans
March to the beat of different drum
Sons of New Orleans
Always come back to where they're from
Yeah the city that care forgot
Would make anybody care a lot
Son of a gun
To be a sun of New Orleans
Pretty damn fun
To be a son of New Orleans
Written by: Jim McCormick, Mark Carson

