Take I-10…to a northbound one way street
Above ground…is where the dead will sleep
Music…of jazz and calliopes
Fills up…the half of half of history

Leave your key…
With the Empress of Old Orleans
Don your beads…
Walk with me on bricks of whiskey

Tuesday…falling late in February
Mystique…voodoo masks and horse drawn lorries
A grand scene…shirts come off and bottles tilting
An evening…where inhibitions come unleashed

Leave your key…
With the Empress of Old Orleans
Throw your beads…
Stumble over bricks of whiskey

Wednesday…beignets hot with Du Monde coffee
Church time…ashen foreheads mark his glory
Some find…solace from those age old stories
And some smile…inner childs need not to worry

Leave your key…
With the Empress of Old Orleans
Store your beads…
Don't forget these bricks of whiskey…

These bricks… of whiskey
Bourbon Street

Lyrics by Robert Chaney Copyright bobsongs 2006

For cleaner version, replace "shirts come off", to "tops come off".
This was written one year before the hurricane ravaged New Orleans.
The Empress Hotel is two blocks from the French quarter and is still there today.