Love in the Hot Afternoon

(Vince Matthews, Kent Westberry)



From somewhere outside I hear

The street vendor cry file' 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 sheet so soon

After love in the hot afternoon.



Chorus:

Now the bourbon street lady

Sleeps like a baby, in the shadows

She was new to me and full of mystery, but now I know

That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room

For love in the hot afternoon.



--- Instrumental ---



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.



Chorus:

Now the bourbon street lady

Sleeps like a baby, in the shadows

She was new to me and full of mystery, but now I know

That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room

For love in the hot afternoon...