There's a girl walking down the beat
No rings on her finger, boy
No shoes on her feet
She's walkinn to the corner
The corner of Bourbon Street.
Well, she dances for nickels
She dances for dimes
She'll dance for any kind of currency you're generous enough to find
To feed her family
Two brothers, three sisters
Life is hard when you're alone, and your parents are dead
You do what you can baby
What's a poor girl to do?
Then a prince come from Arabia
In a big white boat
He was dripping with diamonds
He was covered in gold
He fell in love with her
What more could he do?
Try to impress her with riches and glory
That was his plan to woo.
He said, "If you leave with me now you will be my queen
You'll have servants out the door
Biggest feast you ever seen
If you come with me
You can live a life of ease
Picking grapes off the vine
Wouldn't it be a breeze?"
She said, "If I leave with you now
My family will die
It takes a lot of dancing on the street
To feed a family of five
You're going home boy
Probably make it home
Get back in your boat
Because you're going alone."
So, if you're ever in New Orleans
And you're walking down the street
See the girl with no ringed finger
No shoes on her feet
I declare, don't try cause you're beat
You could have all the money in the world
But you won't get a girl from Bourbon St.
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