Lyrics
[Intro]
(Soft upright bass… jazz brushes… trumpet hums softly)
Ohhh…
Yeah…
She wasn’t just beautiful…
She was dangerous…
Mmm…
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[Verse 1]
Basin Street woman walking slow through the night
Gold dress shining underneath bourbon lights
High heels tapping like a second line beat
Every man stopped breathing when she hit the street
Smoke curling from the cigarette in her hand
Eyes saying things no man could understand
She smiled once and Lord my knees got weak
Like the blues itself started talking to me
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[Pre-Chorus]
Saxophone sliding through the air so smooth
While she sway like she got nothing to lose
And every step she take tonight
Make sinners pray underneath neon lights
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[Chorus]
Basin Street woman…
Sweet like sin and southern wine
Basin Street woman…
Leave a grown man hypnotized
She dance like jazz in midnight rain
Leave whiskey burning through your veins
Basin Street woman…
Lord she make heartbreak feel divine
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[Verse 2]
We slipped inside a little jazz café
She whispered “play me something slow today”
So I grabbed my guitar and bent them strings low
Till the whole room drowned in soul
Trumpets cried while the piano moaned
Her fingertips tracing circles on my arm
She smelled like magnolia and mystery
Like trouble wrapped in luxury
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[Pre-Chorus]
Every bluesman in that room could tell
She came straight from heaven and hell
Cause some women bring peace to your life
And some bring beautiful sacrifice
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[Chorus]
Basin Street woman…
Sweet like sin and southern wine
Basin Street woman…
Leave a grown man hypnotized
She dance like jazz in midnight rain
Leave whiskey burning through your veins
Basin Street woman…
Lord she make heartbreak feel divine
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[Bridge]
She leaned close and whispered low…
“Baby… the blues ain’t meant to heal you…”
“It’s meant to remind you that you lived…”
And right then…
I knew she wasn’t staying long…
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[Instrumental Break]
(Sultry blues guitar solo with smoky saxophone harmonies)
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[Final Chorus]
Basin Street woman…
Still dancing through my mind tonight
Basin Street woman…
Like moonlight wrapped in candlelight
And every lonely song I sing
Still carry traces of her sting
Basin Street woman…
Turned my soul into the blues tonight
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[Outro]
(Soft trumpet fading… glasses clinking… rain beginning outside)
Yeah…
Some women leave memories…
Some women become legends…
Mmm…
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