| I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
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| down in that quarter of sin,
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| standin’on a corner where I used to stand,
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| down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man.
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| When you’re singin’and a playin’one year seems like ten.
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| But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
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| street people never go to Pat’s.
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| We never zip as hurricanes, no.
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| I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
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| I’m back to see all my old friends,
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| on the corner cuttin’that Dixieland.
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| King Creole is one who seldom found,
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| oh and Papa Joe’s is one place that Ive never been.
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| But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
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| we never sip on Hurricanes, no.
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| (Repeat 1st verse)
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| But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again. |