Bourbon Street by JoAnn Allie Rankin, copy right 2008

I feel a little overcome
Now that the mad work week’s done
Been too long since we had fun
Down on Bourbon

 So grab your stomping boots
 I’ll wear my dancing shoes
 Let’s go thrash out our blues
 Down on Bourbon Street

I need to go moitie fou
Before we fais do do
Cher baby, come, let’s go
Down on Bourbon

 So grab your stomping boots
 I’ll wear my dancing shoes
 Let’s go thrash out our blues
 Down on Bourbon Street
  
  And I miss that sparkle in your eye
  And you, I think you miss it too

This Ford’s no limousine
It’s a fine ride for a Cajun queen
Top down and shiny clean
Down on Bourbon

 So grab your stomping boots
 I’ll wear my dancing shoes
 Let’s go thrash out our blues
 Down on Bourbon Street