Imagine Houston - Joe Ely

Imagine Houston in the middle of July

Hotter than a pistol on a saturday nite

Your baby’s on the front porch with a bamboo fan

As you pull up to the curb in your black sedan

It don’t take her long she knew you were comin

With a slam of the screen she’s off and she’s runnin

Now she’s sittin there beside you you forget about the heat

You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street

With a steam-heated love

With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood

With a steam-heated love

That hurricane feelin it’s got you reelin,

you can’t even wait for the flood!

You put your arm around her and you tell her the news

And the white lines and the freeways they twist like a fuse

While the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailors

Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors

And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld

And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell

And you better watch your step if you’re just standing around

Because the buildings ain’t constructed they erupt from the ground

Outro

The parking lots are steaming with a street sweepers mist

Just the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kiss

And you notice that the moon has been coated with chrome

As it begins to rise beside the Astrodome.