Second Chorus

Danny O'Neill: Listen to this. La-da-da-da-da. Da-da, Da-dah... Hank Taylor: You're gonna like this Chis. This is back to the good earth. Full of sweep! Play that, Danny. Lester Chisholm: I like that. What's it called? Danny O'Neill: "Hoedown, the Bayou." You hear that? That's New Orleans. Lester Chisholm: I visited there for three weeks. I don't recognize it. Hank Taylor: You don't? Danny O'Neill: Why, that's the spirit of New Orleans. I can almost smell the delta. Hank Taylor: I *can* smell the delta. Can't you smell the delta? Lester Chisholm: I have a slight cold. Hank Taylor: Well, nothing that your mandolin won't cure. You pick this up, Chis, pick it up, boy. Danny O'Neill: Hell, yeah! Come on, son. The train won't wait. Hank Taylor: That's it! That's it! Now, we're sailin' up that river. On to Memphis. Chattanooga. Hold on, Chis! Danny O'Neill: Hear them steamboat whistles blowin'? Tote that barge, pull that bale. There's a cabin in the cotton. Solid South! Solid North! Solid Jack! Lester Chisholm: Solid Jack? Hank Taylor: Right. Wagon wheels creakin' westward. Now, we're rollin' past that junction. On to Kansas! Cincinnati! Lester Chisholm: Cincinnati! My home town. Danny O'Neill: His home town! Your home town! Everybody's home town! Cincinnati!