A Southern Thing

Kelly was a blackjack dealer
 Living on the Gulf of Mexico
 Kelly had a taste for guns and pills
 He was looking for a mark to roll
 Sara was a Kappa from Tulane
 She was looking for a little change of pace
 When a cop pulled them over on the interstate
 Kelly blew that car away
 (I heard them singing)
 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi River running over me
 Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you don't understand
 It's a Southern Thing
 Now when they held up a bank in Mobile
 They finally made it on the evening news
 She's a Georgia Peach never within reach
 He's a felon from Baton Rouge
 I heard Robert Johnson playing on a steel guitar
 In the heat of the Delta sun
 When Kelly drove them back up to Memphis
 To finish what the King had once begun
 (Come on and sing it now)
 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi River rolling over me
 Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you donít understand
 It's a Southern Thing
 If we ever get out of here
 I want you to promise me
 You'll go down to the Gulf
 And swim
 Deep in the sea
 And you'll think of me
 The way you used to sing
 That silly song to me
 Singing
 M-I crooked letter crooked letter
 Hump back hump back
 Get a little closer
 M-I crooked letter crooked letter
 Hump back hump back
 Get a little closer
 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi River running over me
 Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you don't understand
 It's a Southern Thing
 A Southern Thing