Johnathan East Bourbon Street
Been flyin’ down them back roads, where the swamp and
blacktop meet
Been flyin’ down them back roads, where the swamp and
blacktop meet
Ridin’ down to Louisiana, going back on Bourbon Street.
I know it’s been a while now, since I seen that Cajun
town
Yeah, it’s sure been a while now, since I seen that
Cajun town
I can almost taste the whiskey and smell that gumbo
boiling, now.
Ah, here it comes.
(Guitar Solo)
There’s a bar on every corner and pretty women in every
club
There’s a bar on every corner and pretty women in every
club
They might look a little country, but honey, that’s the
kind I love.
Gonna’ pull out that ol’ guitar, bend a couple of
strings
Take another shot of whiskey, then I’ll start to sing
Oh, Lord, you can’t help but move your feet
No, there ain’t no kind of music, like the kind on
Bourbon Street.
Ah, play it one time, son.
(Guitar Solo)
Got a bottle in my left hand, a cigar on my lip
A switch blade in my pocket and a pistol on my hip
And I’m rollin’ down them back roads where the swamp
and black top meet
Ridin’ down to Louisiana, going back on Bourbon Street.
