They play those glorious sounds
Down on Bourbon Street.
The soul never left,
This glorious place,
Down on Bourbon Street.
Sounds of the laughter,
Play along with clarinets.
And the Jazz,
Oh, the Jazz!
No, the soul never left this place.
You can see it now, 3,000 strong
Yet none now walk the streets
But they’re coming back,
3,000 strong
The soul never left this place.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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