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      Sara was a Kappa from Tulane   She was looking for a little change of pace   When a cop pulled them over on the interstate   Kelly blew that car away   (I heard them singing)      Gulf breeze on the porch   Me and my honey rocking back and forth   Light it up again with my kin and friends   Underneath a yellow moon   (It's a Gas)   Sweet dream New Orleans   Mississippi River running over me   Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don't understand   It's a Southern Thing      Now when they held up a 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 a steel guitar   In the heat of the Delta sun   When Kelly drove them 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 rocking back and forth   Light it up again with my kin and friends   Underneath a yellow moon   (It's a Gas)   Sweet dream New Orleans   Mississippi River rolling over me   Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don­t understand   It's a Southern Thing      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   Singing   M-I crooked letter crooked letter   Hump back hump back   Get a little closer   M-I crooked letter crooked letter   Hump back hump back   Get a little closer      Gulf breeze on the porch   Me and my honey rocking back and forth   Light it up again with my kin and friends   Underneath a yellow moon   (It's a Gas)   Sweet dream New Orleans   Mississippi River running over me   Pretty Momma come and take me by the hand   Don't mock what you don't understand   It's a Southern Thing