[Verse 1] Naxa roll low in the Fleetwood Brougham Whitewall glow, woodgrain in the moon Captain Jack grinning in the passenger seat Saying, “Man, this town got a sweet little tune” We swing past Bourbon, we glide on through Chrome shining like a Sunday spoon Old-school Cadillac humming that blues And the whole damn block starts moving to it too [Pre-Chorus] First bar, last call Second door, we stroll Third toast, fourth laugh Naxa got that soul [Chorus] Ride, Naxa, ride Let the good times slide Captain Jack right by your side New Orleans in the night Ride, Naxa, ride Keep that groove alive Pretty girls catching that vibe New Orleans in the night [Verse 2] At the first spot, a trumpet cuts loose Red dress smiling at the velvet room We light cigars with a lazy hand And a little green haze in the perfume bloom Next club, the sax man bends the air Shoes on the floor and a wild bass boom Naxa tips his hat, says, “Come on in” And the whole dark room turns sweet like rum [Pre-Chorus] One more stop One more kiss One more laugh On the midnight list [Chorus] Ride, Naxa, ride Let the good times slide Captain Jack right by your side New Orleans in the night Ride, Naxa, ride Keep that groove alive Pretty girls catching that vibe New Orleans in the night [Bridge] Hotel lights low, door swing slow Jack says, “Brother, this is the life” Four-door throne and a full house smile With the band still rolling in the back of their minds Cigars burn down, the laughter stays Soft shoes slip, and the whole room sways Naxa pulls close, says, “Stay awhile” And the night goes on in a velvet style [Chorus] Ride, Naxa, ride Let the good times slide Captain Jack right by your side New Orleans in the night Ride, Naxa, ride Keep that groove alive Pretty girls catching that vibe New Orleans in the night [Outro] Ooh, Naxa Keep it smooth Ooh, Captain Jack We got nothing to prove Tonight, tonight New Orleans in the night
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