Ivory's a gypsy, rides the tail of a whiskey She's headed out to welcome the sun With my own invitation I showed up at her station She said that she would like me to come
Thinking should I go, should I go, should I go? And she kept singing… “Last chance train from New Orleans” There's a good chance she might look for me If I hide wont stray with Ivory into the night
Ivory had eyes they were as green as mine And we were speaking without using our tongues Honestly Ivory, I want what your hiding So if you want me to I will come