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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.26.21.46.24414]] |
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Heard them legends in th' Mississippi's whisperin', a-washin' the lands away, Bluesman papas an' big Delta mamas chucklin' at a white boy come to stay. Feedin' me with soul and stories of they youth, hard times if y'got no spine, I realized how close I felt to the very soul of the South, somethin' so divine. Clean up the dishes, little past dessert, out came guitars, harmonicas, song, Couldn't carry a tune much at all, but I became a brother in their singalong. All of a sudden she caught my eye, an' the harpist whistled like mockin'bird, Volume of the music seem to match my fascination, louder'n I'd ever heard. Longin', lovely Creole girl walk towards me, half-shade lighter than the rest, Had smile prettier'n moonlight epiphany, sent her lightnin' through my chest. An' we danced like we done this every day before now, so gently to and fro, Wasn't no surprise how I was mesmerized by a Bayou lady I come to know. Find youself deep in the sweet cane of discovery, the taste addicts you hard, Whettin' your palate to nectars of a newer delight just take droppin' a guard. Lord almighty, how pure juices are if you takes a sip straight from her stem, Never understood until she came along what so many others would condemn. Ingrained within me is she, aromatic and downhome; fruitful, sensuous wave, Days, other lovers gonna pass me by, but it'll always be brown sugar I crave. |