Текст Black Oak Arkansas – Vieux Carre

I’m down on Bourbon Street again
Down in that quarter of sin
Standin’ on a corner where I used to stand
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again
Street people never go to Pat’s
We never zip as hurricanes, no

I’m down on Bourbon Street again
I’m back to see all my old friends
On the corner cuttin’ that Dixieland
King Creole is one who seldom found
Oh and Papa Joe’s is one place that I’ve never been

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again
We never sip on Hurricanes, no

I’m down on Bourbon Street again
Down in that quarter of sin
Standin’ on a corner where I used to stand
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man
When you’re singin’ and a playin’ one year seems like ten

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again