I was riding my Buick Rivera '65
To the south of Mississippi state
I covered the way to my future wife
Just to stand in front of her gate.
My beautiful woman impatiently waits
To see my face and take a ride
My dream unfortunatily fades
I'm out of fuel and I need a guide.
I left my car somewhere in a desert
And jackals emphatically run
They want to kill me more than weather
More than scorching sun.
My shoes are broken, and the suite is torn
I'm exhausted and crawl on the sand
I'd prefer to see her eyes to bathe in a storm
And the heat seems to lead me to end.
I finally reach the place where I wanted to be
It's evening and I'm almost dead
I think if she lets me in
As I look like a bum. She will regret
So I turn my way away from her house
And sing a song 'bout my future fate
But I hear as footsteps arouse
She comes and says that it is very late.
She lets me in and feeds me with supper
She charmingly sings to me
I seem to forget how to suffer
I am in heaven and shine from glee.