I used to go hear JB Davis
Knew every song he'd sing
Knew the way he'd play 'em
Smokey, Marvin, Stevie, Ray and Ben E. King, too
Add a couple more if there time

In the back of an old blacksmith shoppe
Where the whiskey ran deep
Where the lights were dark
We would sing the night away
Til the mornin' made us stop
Then we'd sing one last line

Take a long look
Ain't that pretty
Now we gotta get back
To the Crescent City
It'll be a long, long time

Chip was a Vermonter who came alone
Buildin' guitars and workin' his charm
Down on Magazine Street
He used to reside
In a shotgun flat
Just above the tide

He said somethin'
I hear it to this day
"I came here to be changed
Not to change its ways."

And all the ugliness
Seemed so pretty
That's the day I went down
To the Crescent City
To stay a long, long time

Some of these memories we'll share
Some we'll carry
Some will cherish them alone
But things we came for gotta live on
So pass it on, pass it on, pass it on

And for all my joy, my pity
I just gotta go back
To the Crescent City
It'll be a long, long time

Take a long look
Ain't that pretty
We just gotta go back
To the Crescent City
It'll be a long, long time