A Southern Thing Lyrics

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 

Sarah was a Kappa from Tulane; she was looking for a little change of pace 

When a cop pulled 'em over on the interstate, Kelly blew that car away 



(I heard him singin') 



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Gulf breeze, on the porch, me and my honey rockin' back and forth 

Ridin' up again with my kin and friends, underneath the yellow moon 

Sweet dream, New Orleans, Mississippi River running over me 

Pretty mama come and take me by the hand 

Don't mock what you don't understand....it's a southern thang 



(it's a southern thang) 



Now when they held up the 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 the steel guitar in the heat of the Delta sun


Kelly drove 'em back up to Memphis to finish what the king had once begun 



(come on and sing it now:) 



CHORUS: 

Gulf breeze, on the porch, me and my honey rockin' back and forth 

Ridin' up again with my kin and friends, underneath the yellow moon 

Sweet dream, New Orleans, Mississippi River running over me 

Pretty mama come and take me by the hand 

Don't mock what you don't understand....it's a southern thang 



(come on baby, now...come on baby now...it's a southern thang...) 



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: 

Sing: "M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"...get a
little closer 

"M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"..Get a little
closer!!! 



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