(Oohs)
There's a man on Bourbon Street
With no shoes on his feet
And he just want's something to eat
Brother can you spare some change
You just walk on past down the lane
I see the tears roll down his face
Trumpet man on the corner
I hear the blues in this place
Oh oh New Orleans
A woman and her child
Sleep outside near Bourbon Street
Holes in their ragged clothes
And they just want something to eat
Fear in their eyes
For who they will meet
See the tears roll down her face
Trumpet man on the corner
I hear the blues in this place
Oh oh New Orleans