Love In The Hot Afternoon

(Vince Matthews, Kent Westberry) 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 tangled sheet so soon After love in the hot afternoon. Chorus: Now the bourbon street lady Sleeps like a baby, in the shadows She was new to me and full of mystery, but now I know That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room For love in the hot afternoon. --- Instrumental --- We got high in the park this morning And we sat without talking Then we came back here In the heat of the day, tired of walking Where under her breath She hummed to herself, a tune Of love in the hot afternoon. Chorus: Now the bourbon street lady Sleeps like a baby, in the shadows She was new to me and full of mystery, but now I know That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in the room For love in the hot afternoon...