Born on the Mississippi river by the middle hobo jungle
A gypsy angel at the age of seven learned how to hustle
And she's a panther runnin' from the hunter
And a gypsy violin turns her into a dancer, into a dancer
Drive downtown where her grandfather sits upon his porch swin
But the rain came on Sunday mornin' as she walked out the door
Down the dirt path to the church on the corner by the river
She saw the man standing there who asked her out for a little ride
To his home, there on the Mississippi
Captain James don't you think I'm a little bit young now