Love In The Hot Afternoon - Gene Watson

From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry file' gumbo

Through my window I see him going down the street and he don’t know

That she fell right to sleep in the damp

Tangled sheet so soon

After love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows

She was new to me and fully of mystery but now I know

That she’s just a girl and I’m just a guy in the room

For love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park this morning and we sat without talking

Then we came back here in the heat of the day tired of walking

Where under her breathe she hummed to herself a tune

Of love in the hot afternoon

Now the bourbon street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows

She was new to me and fully of mystery but now I know

That she’s just a girl and I’m just a guy in the room

For love in the hot afternoon