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

chorus

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

chorus

bridge

May you never dire till' I kill you

May you never live as long as I stand on your grave