Jim Ed Brown & The Browns - Love in the hot afternoon Lyrics

(Kent Westberry - Vincent Matthews)

From somewhere outside
I hear the street vendor cry, filet 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 sheets 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 full of mystery
But now I know
She's much more to me than just a girl in the room
For love in the hot afternoon.

--- Instrumental ---

We met 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
She was new to me full of mystery
But now I know
She's much more to me than just a girl in the room
For love in the hot afternoon.

For love in the hot afternoon...