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Magnolia trees at night, sparkling bright
Fields of cotton look wintery white
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

A barefoot choir in prayer fills the air
Mississippi folks gathering there
'Cause it's Christmastime in New Orleans

You'll see a dixieland Santa Claus
Leading the band to a good old Creole beat
Golly what a spirit, you can only hear it
Down on Basin Street

Your cares will disappear, when you hear
Hallelujah, St. Nicholas is here
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

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You'll see a dixieland Santy Claus
A-leading the band to a good, good ole Creole beat
And golly what a spirit, and you can only hear it
A-down on Basin Street

Your cares will disappear, and when you hear
Hallelujah, old Santa is near
When it's Christmastime in New Orleans

Yes, when it's Christmastime
It's Christmastime in New Orleans


© 1952 Louis Armstrong