LITTLE ANGEL COMES A-WALKIN'
It's a-lightnin', it's a-muddy,
there's a blackbird on the wing.
There's a howlin' after midnight,
and a bottle on some strings.
It's Southern Comfort in a woman,
it's the shake of a tambourine.
It's the blues down in Memphis,
it's a red light in New Orleans.
When little angel comes a-walkin',
she lookin' good and feelin' fine.
When little angel starts a-talkin',
that Texas drawl will blow your mind.
Now, you take some sweet eyes lookin' hungry,
add a little fire and baby talk,
and you got a fever in the funkhouse,
and that house is built on solid rock.
It's a rattle it's a-shakin',
you can hear the jangle and the clash.
I feel like thunder in the makin',
feel like a freight train 'bout to crash.
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