Morgan City Fool

(Album: Victim Of Life's Circumstances - 1975)

The cold wind's blowing through the bus at the back door window where he shoved her head
If she had a gun, ya'll, she woulda' killed him dead
I realizing I was about to be
A witness to murder in the first degree
I jumped up and found my hat but couldn't find my head,
All the time wishing I could understand a little more what's being said

I mumbled as I pulled my boots on
I hope there ain't a killing before I get gone
When I found her, I looked all up and down her ya'll for a cut place
Expecting to find a bunch of blood
All around where she stood
But wasn't nothing but a little romancing,
Old crazy man standing there dancing
All in the glass, bare assed
And the love song he was singing

He said I'm gonna' get your gumbo
Way down yonder, baby, on the bayou
I'm gonna' get your gumbo
Well, come on baby and let me show you just a little hoodoo

I mumbled as I pulled my boots on
I hope there ain't a killing before I get gone
When I found her, I looked all up and down her ya'll for a cut place
Expectin, to find a bunch of blood
All around where she stood
Wasn't nothing but a little romancing,
Old crazy man standing there dancing
All in the glass, bare assed
And the love song he was singing

He said, I'm gonna' get your gumbo
Way down yonder, baby, on the bayou
I'm gonna' get your gumbo
Now, come on, baby, and let me show you just a little hoodoo
I said, come on, baby, and let me show you just a little hoodoo