Crescent City Tour

 Here's a pic of singer songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Tomy Lee Dudley of Denver Colorado playing the electric guitar while performing live during his days back in Grapevine, Texas.

Original song lyrics by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

ENJOY this awesome interpretation by Texas-Colorado bluesman Tomy Lee Dudley.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Got on a greyhound in LA.

 

I was bound for Jacksonville.

 

But I got off in New Orleans,

 

With a little time to kill.

 

 

So I hailed me a cab,

 

I threw the driver a twenty.

 

“How much fun could that buy?”

 

He just laughed and said: “Plenty.”

 

 

CHORUS

 

I saw houses of worship.

 

I saw a house of detention.

 

I saw a house where they did

 

All those things I can’t mention.

 

With the taste of Bluegrass whiskey

 

Dancing on my tongue.

 

I toured the Crescent City,

 

Way back when I was young.

 

A sign for Bourbon Street in New Orleans, Louisiana. 

 

VERSE 2

 

The cab wasn’t a limo,

 

Just a big old checker ride.

 

I relaxed in the back,

 

On fine virgin naugahyde.

 

 

From under the driver’s seat,

 

He pulled out a mini bottle.

 

Passed it back with a smile.

 

And then he hit the throttle.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I saw houses of worship.

 

I saw a house of detention.

 

I saw a house where they did

 

All those things I can’t mention.

 

With the taste of Bluegrass whiskey

 

Dancing on my tongue.

 

I toured the Crescent City,

 

Way back when I was young.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

The cabby had a passion

 

That I was envious of.

 

He spoke of New Orleans

 

Like she was his life long love.

 

Visit: KyBourbonTrail.com

 

So I’ll always remember

 

My first tour of The Crescent City.

 

Partly cause it was flavored with

 

My first taste of Bluegrass whiskey.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I saw houses of worship.

 

I saw a house of detention.

 

I saw a house where they did

 

All those things I can’t mention.

 

With the taste of Bluegrass whiskey

 

Dancing on my tongue.

 

I toured the Crescent City,

 

Way back when I was young.

 

 

Yellow Checker Cab photograph

VERSE 4

 

The cabby eased to the curb,

 

Cleared his throat to announce:

 

“That place right over there,

 

Was once the Rising Sun House”

 

 

Now it’s painted in pastel.

 

Out front children played hide and seek.

 

The tales those walls would tell,

 

If only plaster board could speak.

 

A sign for the French Quarter in New Orleans, LA, aka NOLA.

 

CHORUS

 

I saw houses of worship.

 

I saw a house of detention.

 

I saw a house where they did

 

All those things I can’t mention.

 

With the taste of Bluegrass whiskey

 

Dancing on my tongue.

 

I toured the Crescent City,

 

Way back when I was young.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

Then we headed on back.

 

A bit too late, I missed the bus.

 

But the driver had a plan

 

So I didn’t make a fuss.

 

 

Now I teach at Tulane

 

A school in The Big Easy.

 

And while that cabby’s passed on…

 

I still love Bluegrass Whisky.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I saw houses of worship.

 

I saw a house of detention.

 

I saw a house where they did

 

All those things I can’t mention.

 

With the taste of Bluegrass whiskey

 

Dancing on my tongue.

 

I toured the Crescent City,

 

Way back when I was young.

 

 

The End

 

 

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