Burgundy

Stumbled my way back
To the Royal Saint Charles Hotel
Found out the fast way
Those hurricanes can feel like hell

We didn't know it then
Or maybe way deep down we did
Those free-of-care days of life
Were drawing to an end

Took shelter from the rain
In a dive down on Burgundy
Can't recall the barmaid's name
But I asked her to marry me

Kept on slidin’ tokens
In some casino on Canal
Until one more spin
Turned into 4 a.m. somehow

Gassed up in the morning
Daylight making my head scream
Quart of oil, halfway home
In that faded red, old four-speed

That crescent city left me
Broker than I’ve rarely been
But no one reminisces
On money they didn’t spend

Well they tore down the Charles
And tokens are obsolete
But I like to believe
Tonight down on Burgundy

There's a dive bar on a corner
With a drop-dead Delta queen
Serving shooters and smilin’ “maybe”
To a boy drunk as me