Orleans Parish Prison. . Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl?. She was set on her love to a hungry world. They got her clothes anA the money she took.
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son..
I know it seems you've finally won her over. That you've taken her from these two arms of mine. But a taste of your love only makes her thirsty. And she still comes to me to pour the wine.