Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
chased him ‘round town
Till he was beat
St. James (St. James)
Basin Street (Basin Street)
French Quarter (French Quarter)
Bourbon Street (Bourbon Street
Hermes and Louis shoes
Choppers ring, they sing the blues
Gucci buckle, I sag tru's
Show off your chain
Show off your ring
Show off them polo horses
Let
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
cheese, gettin' fetty
I know killers by the boatload Pile bodies up by the boatload
Fuck all that talkin', nigga, get a steppin' Blue is you red, nigga,
NEVER PLAY IT BY THE STREET RULES
ALL MY HATERS GOT BLUES
THROW YOUR SHIT IN THAT BASKET
NIGGAHS BE DEAD LAYING IN A CASKET
YOU NIGGAHS AINT IN MY
but you kept that ego
Put the whip in sport speed off no need for a speedo
Dodging the boys in blue like Neo
Only hit 3s never heard of a free throw
I was playing my old guitar on Bourbon Street at Mardi Gras
It was a bar full of 10's but she was the only one I saw
She had them black blue jeans
reprise
Hacia Bourbon street
Me acuerdo de ti al verlo
Porque se parece a París
Hicimos el tour
De las raíces del blues
Siguiendo la carretera
Nosotros
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