Lyrics
[Intro]
(Crowd chatter… guitar warms up… trumpet stab)
Oh yeah…
Y’all feel that?
This that Louisiana soul right here…
Mmm…
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[Verse 1]
I met a woman down in Louisiana
Had a smile sweeter than cold Santana
She walked in slow through that neon haze
Lord the whole room froze when she looked my way
Guitar player stopped in the middle of a song
Bartender whispered “boy don’t do wrong”
Cause every man in that old blues spot knew
One dance with her and your heart belong to the blues
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[Pre-Chorus]
She moved like jazz on Sunday night
Silk dress shining underneath them lights
Perfume floating through the room so smooth
Had my old guitar crying truth
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[Chorus]
Lucille in Louisiana
Make a grown man fall to pieces
Lord she walk like temptation
Sound like old blues through them speakers
Every note I play tonight
Every bend cut deep inside
Lucille in Louisiana
Left my soul somewhere on Bourbon Street tonight
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[Verse 2]
She said “baby play me something slow and low”
So I let that old guitar moan real slow
Trumpets dancing while the saxophone cried
Everybody felt the fire in her eyes
We stepped outside underneath moonlight rain
She kissed me soft then disappeared again
Like a ghost drifting through the Quarter wind
Leaving whiskey and memories once again
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[Pre-Chorus]
Now every club from Tremé to the riverfront
Still talk about that woman once
And every bluesman shake they head
Cause loving her leave your spirit dead
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[Chorus]
Lucille in Louisiana
Make a grown man fall to pieces
Lord she walk like temptation
Sound like old blues through them speakers
Every note I play tonight
Every bend cut deep inside
Lucille in Louisiana
Left my soul somewhere on Bourbon Street tonight
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[Bridge]
Some women leave lipstick stains
Some leave perfume in the air
But that woman left the blues inside me
Like she planned to leave it there
Now every time this guitar sing
I still hear her whisper low…
“Play it one more time for me, baby…”
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[Guitar Solo]
(Extended emotional blues solo with brass section answering the guitar phrases)
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[Final Chorus]
Lucille in Louisiana
Still haunting every bar and speaker
Lord she danced through my life
Like smoke rolling through the heater
And every string I touch tonight
Keep reopening old wounds inside
Lucille in Louisiana
Turned my heart into the blues that night
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[Outro]
(Slow guitar fades with soft trumpet and crowd ambience)
Yeah…
Some women break your heart…
And some women become the blues…
Mmm…
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