This stone cold northern sky has got us dreaming
Of a sunny southern holiday
Down by the big muddy water where the days are hot and the nights are hotter
nd we can dance to a band that can blow our blues away                          

So pack your red dress and your dancing shoes
We need some southern comfort for these northern blues
We're gonna dance until the sun comes up to a Bourbon Street band
We’re going down down down to Dixieland

We’ll follow that old Mississippi river
On our way to New Orleans
And then the very first thing we'll do
Is drink a hurricane for two
And get a belly full of dirty rice and beans	

So pack your red dress and your dancing shoes
We need some southern comfort for these northern blues
We're gonna dance until the sun comes up to a Bourbon Street band
We’re going down down down to Dixieland

They can have Manhattan where the taxi cabs can flatten you in no time flat
I'd rather party hardy at the Mardi Gras--as the Creoles say, "laissez les bon temps roulez"

So pack your red dress and your dancing shoes
We need some southern comfort for these northern blues
We're gonna dance until the sun comes up to a Bourbon Street band
We’re going down down down to Dixieland
We're going down down down down down to Dixieland