the electricity under my feet yeah yeah yeah yeah i think of nola i do take my place at ah old tipatina's and see the sun come up on you and old faces on lundi gras that year before finding my soul yeah way down in new orleans on st charles or on the old canal you up town or down feel the old song and sing it bound to the jasmine and dogwood scents I was finding my heart and losing my senses the same old feeling every time i return to you the rhythm in my soul given to me by a place so warm always thinking of you when I'm roaming always always thinking finding my soul yeah way down in new orleans