Summertime Mama

Way down in New Orleans That pretty songbird sure can sing I wish I wasn't a gambling man I wish I had a little more sense than that Sing me til the sun comes up Blind me with that nighttime dust Now I'm half way round again Now I'm half way round again Summertime mama Breaking me down Wearing that dress Girl, I've seen you around Summertime mama Throwing me around Hot like the stones On the Tennessee ground Cover me like a storm cloud does In the afternoon when you're caught off-guard Never knew that I noticed you Til I felt that lightning inside my arm Turn me over, turn me up Turn me on like a boiling pot Way down in New Orleans That pretty songbird sure can sing