Neutral Ground

Oh, the train pulled into New Orleans and I made my way downtown
Where saints and sinners chance to meet; what they call the neutral ground
Met a girl on the Rue Royal; she turned my head around
Swirling like the mist that creeps along the neutral ground, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, she led me to the riverside and slipped her hand in mine
I held on to a treasure like I never dreamed I’d find
The band was playing Dixieland — oh, how I loved that sound
We stood and kissed; the streetcars rumbled up the neutral ground, yeah, yeah,
yeah
Well, I quit my job — I swear I never liked it anyway
Working up in Illinois for a lowly salesman’s pay
Now I’m back New Orleans and making all the rounds
Searching for the girl I left down on the neutral ground, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every night’s a party here; every day it rains
And weeks and months stretch longer than the bridge 'cross Pontchartrain
I walk my feet on narrow streets that wind their way downtown
Where saints and sinners chance to meet upon the neutral ground
Where saints and sinners chance to meet upon the neutral ground
Upon the neutral ground