Lyrics
[Intro]
(Soft thunder… distant trumpet… ice clinking in a whiskey glass)
Mmm…
Yeah…
Bourbon Street don’t feel the same tonight…
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[Verse 1]
Bourbon Street rain falling on my shoes
Neon reflections singing midnight blues
Trumpet crying somewhere down the avenue
Every note remind me baby of you
Got a half-burnt cigarette and a broken heart
Sitting in this old jazz bar in the dark
Bartender said “another?” I just nodded slow
Cause the whiskey hit different when she gone
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[Pre-Chorus]
And every streetlamp flicker
Feel like your shadow dancing
Every glass I raise tonight
Still can’t stop this hurting
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[Chorus]
Bourbon Street rain keep pouring down
Washing all my sins through this lonely town
I hear your voice every time thunder rolls
Girl you left a hurricane inside my soul
Bourbon Street rain…
Falling like tears on neon flames
And every drop keep calling your name…
In the middle of Bourbon Street rain
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[Verse 2]
Saxophone moaning through the humid air
Couples slow dancing like love still fair
But I’m sitting by myself where we used to be
Trying to drink away your memory
Riverboats humming down the Mississippi line
Reminding me how fast love leave behind
I still see your lipstick on that whiskey glass
Funny how good things never last
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[Pre-Chorus]
And every blues guitar cry
Sound like my soul breaking
Lord I tried to move along
But this pain still waiting
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[Chorus]
Bourbon Street rain keep pouring down
Washing all my sins through this lonely town
I hear your voice every time thunder rolls
Girl you left a hurricane inside my soul
Bourbon Street rain…
Falling like tears on neon flames
And every drop keep calling your name…
In the middle of Bourbon Street rain
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[Bridge]
Maybe somewhere uptown
You hearing this same storm
Maybe somewhere right now
You wishing you was home
Cause every bluesman know
Love and pain go hand in hand
And tonight this city singing
Like it understand…
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[Guitar Solo]
(Long emotional Lucille-style blues solo with trumpet harmonies)
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[Final Chorus]
Bourbon Street rain keep pouring down
Washing all my dreams into the ground
Still hear your whisper in the thunderstorm
Lord this empty bed getting colder every dawn
Bourbon Street rain…
Neon lights and whiskey stains
And this old guitar still screaming your name…
Through the middle of Bourbon Street rain
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[Outro]
(Soft trumpet fades in)
Yeah…
Bourbon Street never sleeps…
Neither do these memories…
(Thunder fades out with slow blues guitar)
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