From somewhere outside, I hear a. Street vendor cry "filet gumbo". From my window I see him, going. Down the street and he don't know. That we fell right to sleep.
From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry file' gumbo. Through my window I see him going down the street and he don't know. That she fell right to sleep in the damp.
From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry filet gumbo. Through my window I see him going down the street and he don't know. That she fell right to sleep in the damp tangled sheets so soon.