Texty: Better Than Ezra. Before the Robots. 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')

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
(It's a Gas)

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 thing
(It's a southern thing)

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
And Kelly drove 'em 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 rockin' back and forth
Ridin' up again with my kin and friends
Underneath the yellow moon
(It's a Gas)

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 thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Oo yeah

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

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
(It's a Gas)

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 thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now
It's a southern, it's a southern thing

Come on baby, now
Come on baby, now