Love In The Hot Afternoon

Gene Watson

From somewhere outside, I hear a


Street vendor cry "filet gumbo"


From my window I see him, going


Down the street and he don't know


That we 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


(in the shadows)


She was new to me, full of mystery,


But now I know (but know I know)


That she's just a girl,


And I'm just a guy, in a room


For love in the hot afternoon





We got high in the park,


This morning and we sat, without talkin'


Then she came back here,


In the heat of the day, tired of walkin'


Where under her breath,


She hummed to herself a tune


Of Love in the hot afternoon