Love in the Hot Afternoon

(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...