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I've been out on the road, |
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Haven't saved one red cent, |
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The landlord, he don't rock'n roll, |
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All he wants is the rent, |
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Gonna have to bury my axe, |
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And not sing when... |
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Gimme a Bourbon drink and these hubnail blues. |
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Burnham and I |
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Were pretty good pals, |
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Nothing that I mind, |
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But I'd rather be with a coupla gals, |
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This ole' heart a killin' time, |
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When you ain't even got a dime, |
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It's so hard to win when you've lost all you have to loose. |
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Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street, |
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And have me a full course dixy drink, |
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Drinking wine in the moonlight, |
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'neath the cycamore tree, |
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Gonna shuffle the limbs loose, |
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You got voodoo bee, |
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Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street, |
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Come on babe, won't you come down with me ? |
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Feels no base,(?) |
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And like they used to be, |
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I'm this flash changin' player, |
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There ain't no room 'nough for me, |
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I wanna go where the music's playin', |
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Cause that's the only way I remain sane, |
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New Orleans, give me that southern feel, |
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New Orleans, give me that southern feel. |
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Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street, |
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And have me a full course dixy drink, |
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Drinking wine in the moonlight, |
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'neath the cycamore tree, |
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I'm gonna gonna shuffle the limbs loose, |
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Do that voodoo bee, |
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Guess I'll move on down on Bourbon Street, hey, |
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I said "come on babe, won't you come down with me ?" |
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Ah, I can tell you, |
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Shake him up a bit ... |
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There he goes .... |
