Kelly was a blackjack dealer   Living on the Gulf of Mexico   Kelly had a taste for guns and pills   He was looking for a mark to roll      Sarah was a Kappa from Tulane   She was looking for a little change of pace   When a cop pulled 'em over on the interstate   Kelly blew that car away   (I heard him singin')      Gulf breeze on the porch   Me and my honey rockin' back and forth   Ridin' up again with my kin and friends   Underneath the yellow moon   (It's a Gas)      Sweet dream, New Orleans   Mississippi River running over me   Pretty mama come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing   (It's a southern thing)      Now when they held up the bank in Mobile   They finally made it on the evening news   She's a Georgia peach, never within reach   He's a felon from Baton Rouge      I heard Robert Johnson playing on the steel guitar   In the heat of the Delta sun   And Kelly drove 'em back up to Memphis   To finish what the king had once begun   (Come on and sing it now)      Gulf breeze on the porch   Me and my honey rockin' back and forth   Ridin' up again with my kin and friends   Underneath the yellow moon   (It's a Gas)      Sweet dream, New Orleans   Mississippi River running over me   Pretty mama come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing      Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   It's a southern, it's a southern thing      Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   It's a southern, it's a southern thing      Oo yeah      If we ever get out of here   I want you to promise me you'll go   Down to the Gulf and swim   Deep in the sea and you'll think of me   The way you used to sing that silly song to me      Sing, "M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"   Get a little closer   "M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-humpback-humpback"   Get a little closer      Gulf breeze on the porch   Me and my honey rockin' back and forth   Ridin' up again with my kin and friends   Underneath the yellow moon   (It's a Gas)      Sweet dream, New Orleans   Mississippi River running over me   Pretty mama come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don't understand, it's a southern thing      Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now   It's a southern, it's a southern thing      Come on baby, now   Come on baby, now