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you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Yeah
Scratch my back, baby
Ah
Now by this time
stuff
Gonna get drunk
Won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon,

One shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time
stuff
Gonna get drunk
Won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon,

One shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time
you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Yeah
Scratch my back, baby
Ah
Now by this time
you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high
You know when
Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront
on the road, Bourbon Street
I got country cousins they got a steely knife
But he doesn't want to settle down
For the rest of his life
So I'll just keep it
and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause
And the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street
Yeah

Like a killer at large
You strolled down Bourbon Street
Lookin' for an easy mark
With every man you meet
And I never saw the devil
big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues

St. Louis blues, they were all the news
but it's really rap money
Twenty  for a hoe and that's really trap money

B.A.
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy,
them to each other as you hum Saint Louis Blues,
Or if you're forty-six years old and never have been kissed,
Go kiss an analyst, a psychoanalyst
on ya ass like a root canal

Get fucking up shit like the trench coat mafia
Unbelievable how we popping ya

Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be
through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue

Look at Mami eyes blue, five two
I approached her hi boo, how you?
Tony skin Louis, oh you fly too
You
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
don't fear death
I'm so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink 'em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I'm Michael Phelps
Louis
The streets of St. Louis call it survival (Hey!)

[Kyjuan]
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (Ho!)
You see the Cutlass Supreme I'm sitting in?
the five four (HO!)
The streets of St. Louis call it survival (HEY!)

[Kyjuan]
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (HO!)
You see the Cutla**
bought the House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Freret, across the street from Babosca
But first I'm 'bout to snatch up all
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2''
I approached her "Hi
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it

Or get it blown from the top gun
throne.
I done put the choke hold on now 
They screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
Ain't in a rush from these streets
I