Better Than Ezra - A Southern Thing lyrics

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