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Little Feat
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Salome
I know this Jasper girl whose name is Salome Bear east on Sixty-Three south of Aquacay You're still in Texas, but just a stone's throw away 'Cross the river lies Louisian-i-ay
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan Love that fat-back boiled in bone Salty gravy seasoned with tears Keep me happy for a hundred years
She got corn on the cob, black-eyed peas and ham Served with salty gravy for the kind of man I am She got roast potato, pheasant under glass Moonshine in a Dixie cup, knock you back on your ass
Salty, salty gravy Fat-back boiled in bone Salty, salty gravy Texas whorehouse moan
If you got an appetite she can't satisfy Ain't her fault you couldn't, not 'cause she didn't try No dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon Get down and lose yourself, come on baby come on
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Give me fat-back boiled in bone Salty gravy seasoned with tears Keep me happy for a hundred years
Last whorehouse in Texas, damn near on the State line I can't tell you how I wish Salome was mine I'd marry that lady today, move down to New Orleans Spite of what people say how she's too good for the likes of me
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan Give me fat-back boiled in bone Salty gravy seasoned with tears Keep me happy for a hundred years
Each year on her birthday I send a big bouquet Of red, red, red roses and a jug of fine tokay Salty, salty gravy, maybe crepe suzette Forty second of July, a date I don't forget
Salty, salty gravy Fat-back boiled in bone Salty, salty gravy Texas whorehouse moan
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