Take me south of Buffalo,nMy feet are freezing cold.nTake me south of Buffalo,nMy feet are freezing cold.nNew Orleans is calling me,nCalling to my very soul.nnTake me down to the river;nBuild me a raft of twig and twine.nTake me down to the river;nBuild me a raft of twig and twine.nI’ll float down that old rivern‘til I taste that dandelion wine.nnRiver bring me swiftly, nriver run me smooth, ncarry my over the mountainsn‘til I’m under that nGumbo Moon.nnThere’s a brass band playing.nI can hear them sweet and fine.nThere’s a brass band playing.nI can hear them sweet and fine.nI will not stop my floating tillnI cross that Louisiana line.nnRiver bring me swiftly, nriver run me smooth, ncarry my over the mountainsn‘til I’m under that nGumbo Moon.