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Gilby Clarke - Bourbon Street Blues Gilby Clarke - Bourbon Street Blues |
| Bourbon Street Blues
This poor boy was searching for an easy way out
He stole some poison from the voodoo house
Locked up in his bedroom cause he felt so ashamed
He couldn't take away his pain
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poor boy blues
A Bourbon Street whore was his lover last night
He couldn't make love to his wife
Now she's the victim of his pleasure curse
She burned the bed they slept in
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poor boy blues
May you never die 'til I kill you?
May you never live as long as I stand on your grave?
Burn it...
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poor, poor boy blues
(A slave to his heart)
He's just a slave (a broken down car) to his heart
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poor boy blues
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