Sulphur To Sugarcane

[Verse 1] It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my name I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink You better come up smelling sweet’     Cause you’re a long time stinking and it’s a little too late to complain It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane [Verse 2] Now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs down your leg It’s like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg They tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf If you take all the sugar you will end up in the sulfur And you’re burning hello baby then I’m I’m pleased to meet you I wouldn’t do you wrong honey I wouldn’t cheat you honey But when can I see you again?        Wrap you up in cellophane It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane   [Bridge] It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane When your eyes fill up with brine      ’Cause you’re drowning in wine It’s like the last days of Rome        with the despots and divine And there’s no place like home For a little doll from China It’s a little too late to complain It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane [Verse 3] You can go west to Texas Go east to Mississippi You can run out of money You can run out of pity Throw open your purse Until you’re crying for mercy Go to Alabama escape Louisiana I’m digging like a miner North and South Carolina And then if you continue You will end up in Virginia The women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they’re tipsy But in Albany New York They love the filthy way I talk Until they gargle with the finest champagne They can’t get the grape and the grain It’s  not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane    [Verse 3] If I could find a piano Here in Bloomington Indiana I would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off Up in Syracuse I was falsely accused But I’m not here to hurt you I’m here to steal your virtue Down in Bridgeport The women will kill you for sport But in Worcester Massachusetts They love my sauce The women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they’re tipsy But I hear in Ypsilanti They don’t wear any panties Once they gargle with the finest champagne They hitch up their skirts and exclaim It’s not very far sugar It’s not very far sugar Pour a little sugar on me sugar It’s not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane [Outro] Oh do do do do do do do do do do do do.