Kelly was a blackjack dealer 
 Living on the Gulf of Mexico
 Kelly had a taste for guns and pills
 He was looking for a mark to roll

 Sara was a Kappa from Tulane
 She was looking for a little change of pace
 When a cop pulled them over on the interstate
 Kelly blew that car away
 (I heard them singing)

 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi [bad word] over me
 Pretty [bad word] and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you don't understand
 It's a Southern Thing

 Now when they held up a bank in Mobile
 They finally made it on the evening news
 She's a Georgia Peach never within reach
 He's a felon from Baton Rouge
 I heard Robert Johnson playing on a steel guitar
 In the heat of the Delta sun
 When Kelly drove them back up to Memphis
 To finish what the King had once begun
 [bad word] on and sing it now) 

 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi River rolling over me
 Pretty [bad word] and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you dont understand
 It's a Southern Thing

 If we ever get out of here
 I want you to promise me 
 You'll go down to the Gulf 
 And swim
 Deep in the sea
 And you'll think of me
 The way you used to sing
 That silly song to me
 Singing
 M-I crooked letter crooked letter
 Hump back hump back
 Get a little closer
 M-I crooked letter crooked letter
 Hump back hump back
 Get a little closer

 Gulf breeze on the porch
 Me and my honey rocking back and forth
 Light it up again with my kin and friends
 Underneath a yellow moon
 (It's a Gas)
 Sweet dream New Orleans
 Mississippi [bad word] over me
 Pretty [bad word] and take me by the hand
 Don't mock what you don't understand
 It's a Southern Thing