One Tennessee night,
beneath a succulent sky,
the autumn air was cool,
a Memphis moon hung ripe.
I met you up Beale,
a glass in your hand.
Baby, you think you're tough
But I understand.
The softer the heart,
the thicker the hide.
The harder the truth,
the bigger the lie.
The sweeter the lips,
the keener the eye.
C'mon girl,
let's go for a moolight ride!
We sat in the park
by the riverside.
The mighty Mississippi was smooth
but her power couldn't be denied.
With hardly a word,
sittin' thigh to thigh.
we came together for a kiss
in the deep Southern night.
Keith Karloff
© 2010 Leather Volcano Music BMI