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 dont 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