The Crayton boys was white trash, they lived over on Carver’s Creek
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they’d speak.
One night the oldest brother said “Ya’ll meet in the Wooley Swamp later,
We’ll get old Lucius’s money and we’ll feed him to the alligators”
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down.
Yeah, I’d like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a honky-tonk
And I’ll be buyin’ ev’rybody drinks all ‘roun’
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
Old black water, keep on rollin’
Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me?
Keep on shinin’ your light
Gonna make everything, everything
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain’t got no worries
'Cause I ain’t in no hurry at all
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand
Out on the floor
There ain’t nobody there but us
Girl when you dance
There’s a magic that must be love
Just take it slow
'Cause we got so far to go
You gotta feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
And we’re slow dancing, swaying to the music
Slow dancing, just me and my girl
Slow dancing, swaying to the music
No one else in the whole wide world just you, girl
He takes me to a movie or to a restaurant
To go slow dancing, anything I want
Only when he’s with me, I catch light
Only when he gives me, makes me feel alright
My baby takes the morning train
He works from nine to five and then
He takes another home again
To find me waitin’ for him
I’d like to get you on a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore
Leave all your lovers weeping on the faraway shore
Left standing in the lurch at a church,
Were people saying, “My God, that’s tough
She stood him up,
No point in us remaining.
We may as well go home,”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
I’m gettin’ married in the mornin’
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime…
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me…
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church…
For Gawd’s sake, get me to the church on time!
Ding dong merrily on high,
In heav’n the bells are ringing:
Ding dong! verily the sky
Is riv’n with angel singing
Gloria Hosanna in excelsis!
Gloria Hosanna in excelsis!
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you’ve been living under (Gloria)
But you really don’t remember, was it something that they said?
Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Jenny I’ve got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don’t change your number
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I’ve done
You won’t believe me, all you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she’s dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you