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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 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
(In the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery
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

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

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