Mrs. Hippy Burning - Larry Wallis

She trusted like she’s never gonna let you turn

Straighten up and fly right or you’re going to crash and burn

The new best girl She’ll never let you sleep

She’ll hang on to you like you was her last mint julep

Mrs. Hippy burning on a long hot summer night

I feel her yearning, but she just can’t get it right

Her mood is turning and it ain’t a pretty sight

Mrs. Hippy burning

She’ll take you in like a hound dog on a rainy day

When you’re on the helter skelter She’ll ride you down all the way

She looks so good it takes away your breath

but those pure white bed sheets they scare me half to death

You think you love her, makes you want to rebel yell

That’s a big mistake boy, a gentleman, he never tells

It gets that way, you better watch your mouth

Or everything you’ve ever loved, You’ll watch it all go south

She tastes like peach and you’ve got Georgia on your mind

Her Southern Comfort Lord, it’s like to make you blind

That ain’t no way to make too many friends

Frankly she don’t give a damn — The South shall rise again