Lyrics Bourbon Street - Little River Band

Bourbon Street

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 …