Imagine Houston Lyrics - Ely Joe

Imagine Houston in the middle of July 

Hotter than a pistol on a saturday nite 

Your baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fan 

As you pull up to the curb in your black sedan 

It don't take her long she knew you were comin 

With a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin 

Now she's sittin there beside you you forget about the heat 

You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street 

With a steam-heated love 

With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood 

With a steam-heated love 

That hurricane feelin it's got you reelin, 

you can't even wait for the flood! 

You put your arm around her and you tell her the news 

And the white lines and the freeways they twist like a fuse 

While the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailors 

Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors 

And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld 

And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell 

And you better watch your step if you're just standing around 

Because the buildings ain't constructed they erupt from the ground 

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