Lyrics:
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
l'Eldorado
Où soldats bleus et Peaux-Rouges
Se sont brisé les os
Ceux qui venaient boire sur la Bourbon Street
C'étaient ceux de Fort Alamo
Une poignée
l'Eldorado
Où soldats bleus et Peaux-Rouges
Se sont brisé les os
Ceux qui venaient boire sur la Bourbon Street
C'étaient ceux de Fort Alamo
Une poignée
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
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
here,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
scratch my back baby
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
you know
chased him ‘round town
Till he was beat
St. James (St. James)
Basin Street (Basin Street)
French Quarter (French Quarter)
Bourbon Street (Bourbon Street
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand-me-down food and hand-me-down clothes
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
and you gonna groove right through to
Bardstown
Ride that bourbon trail before you
Where the grass is blue
Fine Kentucky bourbon so smooth
It writes a song
and you gonna groove right through to
Bardstown
Ride that bourbon trail before you
Where the grass is blue
Fine Kentucky bourbon so smooth
It writes a song
memories way back
Take me way back, Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet on Sunday afternoons in winter
Sidney Bechet, Sunday
Jesus keep me from all wrong
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, dear lord, close to Thee
See me through days of wine and roses
By and by when
Tom Traubert's Blues tom Wait's (1976)
(Sung by Tico Torres)
Wasted and wounded
It ain't what the mood did
I've got what I prayed for now
I'll see
Quiero ir a Nueva Orleans
y celebrar el Mardi Gras.
Quiero ir a Nueva Orleans
y disfrazarme en Carnaval.
Atravesar Bourbon Street
con la Treme Brass
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
I imagine peddlers on cobblestone streets
Dive bars with cheap guitars and smells like whiskey neat
I love jazz and I love blues and you know that I
the fuck you think we're in it for?
Yeah
Aye what the fuck you really think we're in it for?
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn
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
Spent all my money on Bourbon Street
Walked through the rain to Armstrong Park
Left worries on Dauphine and stumbled to Burgundy
Some lessons have
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
the breeze,
Where the Delta blues dance, and the river meets the seas.
In the rhythm of the streets, where the voodoo calls,
Soulful skies of New Orleans, where
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