Salome - Little Feat

I know this Jasper girl whose name is Salome

Bear east on Sixty-Three south of Aquacay

You’re still in Texas, but just a stone’s throw away

'Cross the river lies Louisian-i-ay

Whoa-oh whorehouse moan

Love that fat-back boiled in bone

Salty gravy seasoned with tears

Keep me happy for a hundred years

She got corn on the cob, black-eyed peas and ham

Served with salty gravy for the kind of man I am

She got roast potato, pheasant under glass

Moonshine in a Dixie cup, knock you back on your ass

Salty, salty gravy

Fat-back boiled in bone

Salty, salty gravy

Texas whorehouse moan

If you got an appetite she can’t satisfy

Ain’t her fault you couldn’t, not 'cause she didn’t try

No dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon

Get down and lose yourself, come on baby come on

Whoa-oh whorehouse moan

Give me fat-back boiled in bone

Salty gravy seasoned with tears

Keep me happy for a hundred years

Last whorehouse in Texas, damn near on the State line

I can’t tell you how I wish Salome was mine

I’d marry that lady today, move down to New Orleans

Spite of what people say how she’s too good for the likes of me

Whoa-oh whorehouse moan

Give me fat-back boiled in bone

Salty gravy seasoned with tears

Keep me happy for a hundred years

Each year on her birthday I send a big bouquet

Of red, red, red roses and a jug of fine tokay

Salty, salty gravy, maybe crepe suzette

Forty second of July, a date I don’t forget

Salty, salty gravy

Fat-back boiled in bone

Salty, salty gravy

Texas whorehouse moan