Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, Philadelphia ain't the place for me.
Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, Philadelphia ain't the place for me.
‘Cause its chicks don't want no one good man, they want every man they see.

Well, I'm goin' back home, if I have to hitchhike all the way.
Well, I'm goin' back home, if I have to hitchhike all the way.
That's why I can make love by the moonlight, lay in the shade all through the day.

Creole baby ‘s got big bright eyes, an' coal black curly hair.
Those Creole baby ‘s got big bright eyes, coal black curly hair.
An' they know how to love a man, that's why I'm goin' back there.

Yes, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, when I get home I'm goin' to stay.
Yes, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, when I get home I'm goin' to stay.
Yes, I don't have to worry ‘bout love, ‘cause I find good love each and every day.