John Phillips, in doorsnee de tekstschrijver van The Mamas and the Papas, een band waartegen ik altijd enige weerzin had, de naam – daar zat ik als tiener niet op te wachten. Maar solo was hij zeer pruimbaar, al weet ik eigenlijk niet wat hij verder gedaan heeft. We zijn nog in de Bayou.
Hit it, Hal
Early in the mornin’, she hitched a ride down to Louisville
Holdin’ 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
Sippin’ on a beer in Bourbon Street and I’m sittin’ easy
Don’t get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me
Third Hand, on
“Have a seat and take a load off your feet,” and she said “yes”
So I said “hmmm, I like your dress”
“Swamps all around make you feel kinda 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 doin’
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you’re doin’
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you’re doin’
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you’re doin’
Joseph
Mississippi
– Uitgelichte afbeelding: By Batch1928 44 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=53425792
