Dixie Babylon (Lowery/Hickman)

We went down
to the old part of town
by the stinking canal
and the cotton mill

Under a ghetto palm,
with her bicycle shorts on
with a gesture, she said to me:

"I really must confess
I'd like to get undressed
with you."

And though the thought
had never really crossed my mind,
Oh, that was a line,
So I went along.

We ran out
Under the turning leaves
The fetid earth,
it was damp and cool
Well Autumn`s feeble light
on her salty neck
all innocence, it was lost

I really must confess
I am feeling quite distressed
My stars are always crossed
And I have always taken
more than I have given back,
and as a matter of fact,
I've given nothing up.