Gumbo Moon

Take me south of Buffalo,
My feet are freezing cold.
Take me south of Buffalo,
My feet are freezing cold.
New Orleans is calling me,
Calling to my very soul.

Take me down to the river;
Build me a raft of twig and twine.
Take me down to the river;
Build me a raft of twig and twine.
I’ll float down that old river
‘til I taste that dandelion wine.

River bring me swiftly,
river run me smooth,
carry my over the mountains
‘til I’m under that
Gumbo Moon.

There’s a brass band playing.
I can hear them sweet and fine.
There’s a brass band playing.
I can hear them sweet and fine.
I will not stop my floating till
I cross that Louisiana line.

River bring me swiftly,
river run me smooth,
carry my over the mountains
‘til I’m under that
Gumbo Moon.