I know this 
Jasper girl whose name is 
Salome Bear east on 
Sixty-Three south of 
Aquacay You're still in 
Texas, but just a stone's throw away '
Cross the river lies 
Louisian-i-ay 
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan 
Love that fat-back boiled in bone 
Salty gravy seasoned with tears 
Keep me happy for a hundred years 
She got corn on the cob, black-eyed peas and ham 
Served with salty gravy for the kind of man 
I am She got roast potato, pheasant under glass 
Moonshine in a 
Dixie cup, knock you back on your ass 
Salty, salty gravy 
Fat-back boiled in bone 
Salty, salty gravy 
Texas whorehouse moan 
If you got an appetite she can't satisfy 
Ain't her fault you couldn't, not 'cause she didn't try 
No dance of seven veils to feast your eyes upon 
Get down and lose yourself, come on baby come on 
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan 
Give me fat-back boiled in bone 
Salty gravy seasoned with tears 
Keep me happy for a hundred years 
Last whorehouse in 
Texas, damn near on the 
State line 
I can't tell you how 
I wish Salome was mine 
I'd marry that lady today, move down to 
New Orleans 
Spite of what people say how she's too good for the likes of me 
Whoa-oh whorehouse moan 
Give me fat-back boiled in bone 
Salty gravy seasoned with tears 
Keep me happy for a hundred years 
Each year on her birthday 
I send a big bouquet 
Of red, red, red roses and a jug of fine tokay 
Salty, salty gravy, maybe crepe suzette 
Forty second of 
July, a date 
I don't forget 
Salty, salty gravy 
Fat-back boiled in bone 
Salty, salty gravy 
Texas whorehouse moan