This poor boy 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.
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 poor boy blues.
A Bourbon Street whore was his lover last night.
He couldn’t make love to his wife.
Now she’s the victim of his pleasure curse.
She burned the bed they slept in.
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 poor boy blues.
May you never die ’til I kill you?
May you never live as long as I stand on your grave?
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 poor boy blues.