Lyrics:

1975
Writer(s): Kent Westberry, Vince Matthews

From somewhere outside, I hear a
Street vendor cry 'filet gumbo'
From my window, I see him going
Down the street and he don't know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon

Now, the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows (In the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery,
But now I know (but know I know)
That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon

We got high in the park
This morning and we sat without talkin'
Then, she came back here
In the heat of the day, tired of walkin'
Where under her breath, she hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon

Now, the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows (In the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery,
But now I know (but know I know)
That she's just a girl and I'm just a guy in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon