Bourbon Street Songtext
von Little River Band

I′ve been out on the road
Haven't saved one red cent
The landlord, he don′t rock'n roll
All he wants is the rent

Gonna have to bury my axe
And not sing and dance
Gimme a Bourbon drink and these hobnail blues
Burnham and I were pretty good pals
Nothing that I mind
But I'd rather be with a couple of girls

This old heart a killin′ time
When you ain′t even got a dime
It's so hard to win when you′ve lost all you have to lose


Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street
And have me a full course, Dixie drink
Drinking wine in the moonlight
′Neath the sycamore tree
Gonna shuffle the limbs loose
You got voodoo bee
Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street
Come on babe, won′t you come down with me?

Feels no base
And like they used to be
I'm this flash changin' player
There ain′t no room enough for me

I wanna go where the music′s playin'
′Cause that's the only way I remain sane
New Orleans, give me that southern feel
New Orleans, give me that southern feel

Guess I′ll move on down on Bourbon Street
And have me a full course dixy drink
Drinking wine in the moonlight
'Neath the sycamore tree
I′m gonna shuffle the limbs loose
Do that voodoo bee

Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street, hey
I said, "Come on baby, won't you come down with me?"

Ah, I can tell you, shake him up a bit
There he goes