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