| That old Bourbon Street church can’t quench your thirst
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| Like the whiskey or the cheap sweet wine
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| But it’s a place that you can go when you’re drunk, lonely and cold
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| Till the cobwebs of liquor clear your mind
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| Well, that old Bourbon Street church has seen the best and the worst
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| But it’s even saved a few lost souls, I can’t see that one is mine
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| Old Bourbon Street church, my God, it can’t quench your thirst
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| But it’s sure been a friend to this lonesome soul of mine
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| Yes, it has
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| Your dirty old clothes won’t bother the Lord
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| 'Cause he’s used to the smell of that wine, think about it
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| And to the Lord a skid row’s soul is worth more than a rich man’s gold
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| And when he saves one, oh, he knows he’s a millionaire
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| Oh, that old Bourbon Street church has seen the best and it’s seen the worst
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| It’s even saved a few lost souls but God I can’t see that one is mine
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| Old Bourbon Street church, woo, can’t quench your thirst
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| But it’s sure been a friend to a sinful soul
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| It’s sure been a friend to a sinful soul
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| I’m talkin' about an old damn sinful soul like mine
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| That old Bourbon Street church, yeah |