Been flyin' down them back roads, where the swamp and 

blacktop meet

Been flyin' down them back roads, where the swamp and 

blacktop meet

Ridin' down to Louisiana, going back on Bourbon Street.



I know it's been a while now, since I seen that Cajun 

town

Yeah, it's sure been a while now, since I seen that 

Cajun town

I can almost taste the whiskey and smell that gumbo 

boiling, now.

Ah, here it comes.



(Guitar Solo)



There's a bar on every corner and pretty women in every 

club

There's a bar on every corner and pretty women in every 

club

They might look a little country, but honey, that's the 


kind I love.



Gonna' pull out that ol' guitar, bend a couple of 

strings

Take another shot of whiskey, then I'll start to sing

Oh, Lord, you can't help but move your feet

No, there ain't no kind of music, like the kind on 

Bourbon Street.

Ah, play it one time, son.



(Guitar Solo)



Got a bottle in my left hand, a cigar on my lip

A switch blade in my pocket and a pistol on my hip

And I'm rollin' down them back roads where the swamp 

and black top meet

Ridin' down to Louisiana, going back on Bourbon Street.