When the evening gathers on the ancient stairs
Hear the blues calling in the warm night air
Tables on the sidewalk, syncopated cakewalk
Lose your troubles and abandon your cares
Take me where the saxophone is playing soft and low
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
Just direct your feet way down the alley
Just direct your feet to where the good times always roll
Downstairs where the lights are low
And everyone is moving slow
Downstairs where the people go to satisfy their soul
Take me where the saxophone is playing soft and low
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
Cecile on the bandstand, he's the king of the night
Sucking on a fat cigar, more dead than alive
One more tequila with Jay and Corinna
Andre's asking "Where's the man with the jive?"
Take me where the saxophone is playing soft and low
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
When the music plays this could be heaven
When the music plays you know it carries me away
Could be down in New Orleans
With Bessie Smith and Cholly Green
Could be on 42nd Street with Lester Young and Lady Day
Take me where the saxophone is playing soft and low
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
When the music plays you could be anywhere
When the music plays you know the world just slips away
Could be down in New Orleans
With Louis Armstrong and the team
Could be on 42nd Street with The Prez and Lady Day
Take me where the saxophone is playing soft and low
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
I want to go down to Smoky Blues Town
