John Phillips (John, the Wolf King of L.A.) Lyrics

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Topanga Canyon

 

Sometimes I drive out to Topanga
And I park my car in the sand
Watching and waiting for a pickup
From my man

And maybe down to Farmer's Market
Those people, they're working in the sun
Buy and sell it for a profit
To anyone

Oh Mary, I'm in the deep waters
And it's way, way over my head
Everyone thought I was smarter
Than to be this dead

You've heard of trainwrecks in the mountains
Sometimes there's shipwrecks on the sea
Mary, you must always be careful
Can't you see?

Oh Mary, I'm in the deep waters
And it's way over my head
Everyone thought I was smarter
Than to be this dead

Someone's sick in San Fransisco
Some are down in New Orleans
Others are kept in Camarillo
Picking beans

Oh Mary, I'm in deep waters
And it's way over my head
Everyone thought I was smarter
Than to be misled

Mississippi

Hit it, Hal

Early in the mornin', she hitched a ride down to Louisville
Holdin' onto a hundred dollar bill
Dressed herself like a Cajun Queen in New Orleans, baby
Yeah, she looked good, like a lady

Do it to me, James

And the Mississippi River runs like molasses in the summertime
And me, you know, I don't hardly mind

Sippin' on a beer in Bourbon Street and I'm sittin' easy
Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me

Have a seat and take a load off your feet and she said, yes
So I said, I like your dress
Swamps all around make ya feel kinda funny, don't they, honey?
She crossed her legs and looked at me funny

Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?

Joseph
Early in the mornin', she hitched a ride down to Louisville
Holdin' onto a hundred dollar bill
Dressed herself like a Cajun Queen in New Orleans, baby
Yeah, she looked good, like a lady

And the Mississippi River, it runs like molasses in the summertime
And me, you know, I don't hardly mind

Sippin' on a beer in Bourbon Street and I'm sittin' easy
Don't get me wrong, it takes a lot to please me

Everybody sing

Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?

Have a seat and take a load off your feet and she said, yes
So I said, I like your dress
Swamps all around make ya feel kinda funny, don't they, honey?
She crossed her legs and looked at me funny

Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?
Down on the bayou, why, you never know just what you're doin'?

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