Theres a story i heard told
Comes from the banks where the odd sailboat goes
Now i dont know if its true but i say so
Surely in it you will recognize somebody that you know

There was a gal in new orleans
She could be sweet but my friend she could be mean
Really with her there was very litle in between
She kissed gentlemens lips beneath the sweet olive trees

They never knew their woman
She never knew her man
I wanna know my woman
Want her to know her man
Well if you know you too many people
Your hearts bound to go bad

One dude she knew got sick with hurt
He overheard his babys filth and dirt
So he hid a 22 beneath his shirt
Then went to pay a her a visit at the place in which she worked

Well if you find someone you love a lot
Id recommend you give it everything you got
Either way you'll be sittin pissin in a pot
But at least it will be with someone you love and you trust

Nobody knows their woman
Nobody knows their man
I'd die to know my woman
Kill for her to know her man
Just want to take it beyond the initial shaking
Of my own sweaty nervous hand
Or else i might be bad