Текст песни: Bourbon Street + перевод

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 when…

Gimme a Bourbon drink and these hubnail blues

Burnham and I

Were pretty good pals

Nothing that I mind

But I’d rather be with a coupla gals

This ole' 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 loose

Guess I’ll move on down on Bourbon Street

And have me a full course dixy drink

Drinking wine in the moonlight

'neath the cycamore 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 'nough 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 cycamore tree

I’m gonna gonna shuffle the limbs loose

Do that voodoo bee

Guess I’ll move on down on Bourbon Street, hey

I said «come on babe, won’t you come down with me ?»

Ah, I can tell you

Shake him up a bit …

There he goes …

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