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On Bourbon Street is from our, ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) new album An American Landscape – Scared of America Volume Two – listen to the album HERE.
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On Bourbon Street Lyrics
The moon’s gone down over Bourbon Street
The night girls are all in bed
Fog whispers in from the Mississippi
The day is here night time is dead
From Saint Anne Street to the Velvet Line
They’re getting ready for the show
Through the mist a steamboat bell chimes
The wind and rain starts to blow
A church organ and saxophone plays
Feet shuffle to a drum beat
Harmonica sighs like a ghosts breath
On the funeral on Bourbon Street
Leadbelly, Satchmo and Johnson came
Bobby made it all complete
They all came down on the midnight train
To the funeral on Bourbon Street
They invited down the President
Even prepared him a seat
A black man says ‘knew he wouldn’t show’
At this funeral on Bourbon Street
Well, they closed the bars and restaurants
Some guy sells coke and cooked meats
But this ain’t no festival
It’s the funeral on Bourbon Street
A marching jazz band playing Dixie
The smoke in the air smells sweet
Drifting down from the cemetery
To the funeral on Bourbon Street
A black Cadillac drives slowly by
The widow’s in the back seat
Everyone bows their heads down low
At the funeral on Bourbon Street
The rain falls down hard on Bourbon Street
The streets are shiny and black
And everyday it’s the same scene
There’s a funeral on Bourbon Street
The bones have already turned to dust
Some say ‘Tradition is obsolete’
The age is gone but the spirit lives on
From the funeral on Bourbon Street
A marching jazz band playing Dixie
The smoke in the air smells sweet
Drifting down from the cemetery
To the funeral on Bourbon Street
A black Cadillac drives slowly by
The widow’s in the back seat
Everyone bows their heads down low
At the funeral on Bourbon Street
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
PRS Tunecode 323741FR
ISRC: QZDA71849048
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