Dirty Girl

Dirty Girl, Dirty Girl, come with me to New Orleans.

We'll go on down to Oxford Square

At Christmas time and see ol' Jimbo there.

Then at the Graduate, you gon and messed up my hair.

Say, do you remember what we did in Oxford Square?

Dirty Girl, Dirty Girl, come with me to New Orleans.

We'll stop off round bout old Clarksdale

At the Repass, where everybody's dressed so well.

Razorblade and Shankerman and Kings for Sale

Ain't nothing we can do, it's all for the family now, in old Clarksdale.

Dirty Girl, Dirty Girl, come with me to New Orleans.

Take me out in Jackson town

To The Underground with Mr. Nutty Brown

F.Jones and tired bones and rain falling down.

Hey, don't tell nobody what we did in Jackson town.

Dirty Girl, Dirty Girl, come with me to New Orleans.

When we get there we'll get some Good Voodoo

Some tasso and trombone, some gator too.

Ah, you know I took the long way home like I always do.

846 miles in a rental car with me, the Pope, and you.