It's the prettiest sight <br /> You've ever seen <br />When the Southern Belle <br /> And the Cajun Queen <br />Dance right on down <br /> Bourbon Street <br />In that jazzin' town <br /> of New Orleans <br /> <br />It’s always about midnight <br /> When they begin <br />their two-step tango <br /> And, with a knowing grin <br />Shimmy one way first, <br /> then back again; <br />throw their hands up <br /> And start to spin <br /> <br />The air gets thicker, <br /> You know <br />they’re ‘bout gone <br /> Boogyin’ outta New O’lens <br />at the break of dawn <br /> And the people’ll trudge <br />Back to their homes <br /> Shut doors, curtains drawn <br /> <br /> It’s the saddest sight <br /> You’ve ever seen <br />When the Southern Belle <br /> And the Cajun Queen <br />Dance right on down <br /> Bourbon Street <br />Leavin’ that jazzin’ town <br /> Of New Orleans<br /><br />Charlotte Riddle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-on-bourbon-street/
