Imma tell ya bout my neighbourhood
Imma sell you on the area
Let’s settle in fast like a steak to a Pitbull terrier

See she’s a peaceful bend down here on the great muddy where I’m from
Kids playing ball in the streets, witchdoctors reading fortunes and doing the voodoo, the smell of southern soul food hugging the city
And yes, my brothers (them brothers) hustling away into the dark hours of the night

Just another regular day – paperboy selling the same old news:
“You see Nixon is in the top house and our men still over in Nam
Flower power preaching love not war” yeah she was an ordinary day except for one thing – “What one thing Freddie?”
(laughs) “her”

There she stood eclipsing the sun, an angel’s silhouette
Her eyes deep and dangerous – them eyes was a mantrap
Blackberry lips – I remember thinking to myself: “I bet they’re sweeter than Du Mond's Beignets”
We had seen her many times before – legs stretching to the heavens
They called her ‘SKYLEGS JACKSON’

With a street band playing up on the sidewalk she beckoned me to dance
I didn’t hesitate, I was mesmerised, hypnotised by her hips
They moved like a rattlesnake’s tail
And her feet bounced like she was avoiding hot coals
Mmm yes, we danced we danced we danced

The night came quickly – Full moon illuminating the sky
Crowds pour into the streets and now the Quarter becomes a Mardi Gras
Sight sound smell and taste – a sensory overload
All the while them eyes still deep, still dangerous
She moved close and I moved closer
And she took my hand
And she sent me to the promised land