Bourbon Street Blues (Clarke Gilby)

This poorboy 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 poorboy blues A Bourbon Street whore was his lover that night He couldn't make love to his wife Now he's the victim of her pleasure curse She burned the bed they slpet 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 poorboy blues May you never dire till' I kill you May you never live as long as I stand on your grave