Just lookin at ya, I wasn't done (I wasn't done)
Seeing your lips move, feelin the sun
A proclamation of sorrow when my baby's far gone
Just lookin at ya, and I wasn't done (I wasn't done)
Find me on a highway to your southern boots (your southern boots)
Show you where I love ya after being far from you
You can call me what you want to you can ride my carriage too
Just lookin at ya and I wasn't through (I wasn't through)
To the bayou here we come
One more trip round the sun
Ooo
Gone south for the winter to my favorite jewels (my favorite jewels)
Sway in the kitchen to an Amy Winehouse tune
I could grab you by your hips then I could make your dreams come true
Just lookin at ya and I wasn't through (I wasn't through)
To the bayou here we come
One more trip round the sun
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
