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Love in the Hot Afternoon (Live) - Gene Watson
From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry
Filé gumbo
From my window I see him
Going down the street
And he don't know
That she fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon
Now the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby
In the shadows in the shadows
She was new to me
Full of mystery
But now I know but now I know
That she's just a girl
And I'm just a guy
In a 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 breath
She hummed to herself a tune
Of love in the hot afternoon
Now the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby
In the shadows in the shadows
She was new to me
Full of mystery
But now I know but now I know
That she's just a girl
And I'm just a guy
In a room
For love in the hot afternoon
