Hit it, Hal!

Early in the morning, she hitched a ride down to Louisville
Holding onto a hundred dollar bill
Dressed herself like a Cajun Queen in New Orleans, baby
Yeah, she looked good, like a lady
(Do it to me, James)

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime
And me, you know, I don't hardly mind …

Sipping on a beer in Bourbon Street and I'm sitting easy
Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me

Have a seat and take a load off your feet, and she said – Yes
So I said, 'I like your dress'
Swamps all around make you feel kind of funny, don't they, honey
She crossed her legs and looked at me funny

Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing
(what you're doing)
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doing …

(from Mississippi by John "Papa" (!) Phillips, 1970)