Mrs. Hippy Burning

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