Bourbon Street

Bob Dylan

I'd like another Bourbon Street
[...] oh so sweet
Hold that down, you better keep it neat
For when it's over, it was incomplete
Oh, I took it down and said, oh, oh have a seat
But I don't live down on Bourbon Street
No more, no more, no more, no more
No, I don't live down on Bourbon Street no more.

Bourbon Street lordy-town
You better keep it sweet
Put all your loving apples on your feet
But I don't even mind if you want to scratch your feet
You can bag it down in butter, butter sweet
Now don't [ease???] on my Bourbon Street.

Now, Bourbon Street
A happiness will get you, Bourbon Street
The girls they won't forget you down on Bourbon Street.
Here they come now
Here they come now
Here they come now.