Love In The Hot Afternoon

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 now I know)
That she's just a girl,
And I'm just a guy, in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park,
This morning and we sat, without talkin'
Then we 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

Music by Gene Watson

For us "Old Folks" Making love in the hot afternoon is at best a
dim memory. For some it's been forgotten completely.

We did have the experience though and it was a period of time
in our lives that was reckless, hungry and passionate.

We did not know it but we were free then.

Free like we would never be again.

Boys and Girls in Love.

Remember? Sure you do, close your eyes
for a moment and think back.

Bobby