Southern Thing Lyrics - Before The Robots - Better Than Ezra

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