Words/Music Rand Anderson

Down in the French quarter 
They got just what you want
Orphan girls and runaways
La Maison Du Soleil Levant

Tell them that I sent you
And ask for Lulu White
For the finest fleur-de-lis
Of all them ladies of the night

All The gamblers and the grifters
Out looking for a thrill
They’re waiting in line all night long 
For the queen of Storyville

The angel from Evangeline
She rules the avenue
They say she got her boiling blood
From that big, old Chief Mamou

So if you’re picking up
What I’m putting down
You’re bound to find some trouble
On the shady side of town
Keep a pistol in your pocket
And your money in your shoe
The Saturday night special 
She gonna make a mess of you

S’il vous plaît, écoutez
She whispered in my ear
I know a place that we can go
When you get me out of here

And if you have some money
We can have some fun
We’ll spend the rest of our days 
Like a rabbit on the run

So if you’re picking up
What I’m putting down
You’re bound to find some trouble
On the shady side of town
Keep a pistol in your pocket
And your money in your shoe
The Saturday night special 
She gonna make a mess of you