We used to dance We used to do it all night You and me and the dolls of highland They'd drink that radio loud The jester choked on his jokes in the spotlight But the poet burned all her last year's pages And we watched the bottom fall out But oh I've never set a sight On a siren so bright On a songbird so deranged And she said you must be new To the Shreveport city blues She said these days Her nights were getting strange