Lyrics
[Intro]
(Thunder rolling… distant trumpet… eerie piano chords)
Mmm…
They say after midnight…
Bourbon Street belong to spirits…
And some of ‘em…
Still got unfinished business…
Yeah…
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[Verse 1]
Fog rolling low through the Quarter tonight
Streetlamps flickering in the pale moonlight
Heard a blues guitar crying somewhere down the block
Like somebody playing pain around the clock
Old woman standing by a voodoo store
Said “son don’t follow that sound no more”
But whiskey courage and a broken soul
Got a way of making bad decisions feel cold
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[Pre-Chorus]
Trumpet moaning like a funeral hymn
Smoke drifting thick and dim
Every shadow moving strange tonight
Like hell itself outside beneath them lights
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[Chorus]
The devil plays Bourbon Street after dark
Singing blues songs to the broken hearts
Every guitar note cut deep like sin
Pulling lost souls slowly in
Neon flames and midnight heat
Lord temptation walk these streets
The devil plays Bourbon Street…
And tonight he playing just for me
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[Verse 2]
Followed that music to an old jazz lounge
Hidden where the lost souls gather around
Piano player dressed in black and gold
Eyes burning red and cold
He smiled slow and tipped his hat
Said “boy I know exactly where your pain at”
Then he played a melody low and mean
Like every regret I ever seen
Women dancing slow through cigarette haze
Like trapped spirits stuck in yesterday
And every note from that haunted band
Felt like judgment from another land
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[Pre-Chorus]
My whiskey glass started shaking slow
Like heaven warning me don’t go
But heartbreak make a man stay blind
Especially when he trying to outrun his mind
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[Chorus]
The devil plays Bourbon Street after dark
Singing blues songs to the broken hearts
Every guitar note cut deep like sin
Pulling lost souls slowly in
Neon flames and midnight heat
Lord temptation walk these streets
The devil plays Bourbon Street…
And tonight he playing just for me
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[Bridge]
He leaned close and whispered low…
“The blues ain’t from heaven, son…”
“It was born from suffering…”
“And suffering always needs a soundtrack…”
Then he laughed…
And every light in that old club went dark…
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[Instrumental Break]
(Haunting distorted blues guitar solo with eerie piano and ghostly trumpet swells)
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[Final Chorus]
The devil plays Bourbon Street every night
Beneath them neon funeral lights
Every lonely soul eventually learn
Some flames too dangerous to burn
And every bluesman pay a price
For dancing with temptation twice
The devil plays Bourbon Street…
And Lord tonight he stole my soul again
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[Outro]
(Thunder… footsteps fading through rain… distant guitar echo)
Yeah…
If you ever hear blues music…
Coming from nowhere after midnight…
Keep walking…
Mmm…
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