Blues for Honey Mead
I was way down South, way down in New Orleans
I was deep down, low down South, down in New Orleans
Where the ladies are pretty, but Lordie, they treat ya mean
I was drinking beer right down on Bourbon Street
I was a po’ boy eating po’-boys down on Bourbon Street
When I spied a woman nearly knocked me off my seat
Her hair was black and her blouse was all white lace
Her hair was black and her blouse was white with lace
Ah, man that woman had style, that woman had grace
She had a face like a goddess, her body was sleek and thin
Lord, she mighta been a goddess, so sleek, so thin
And when she smiled at me, you know, my thoughts just turned to sin
So I bought another beer and took a healthy sip
I ordered three more beers, took some healthy sips
And I thought about how I’d like to kiss them sweet hot lips
I asked that woman, “Honey, what’s your name?”
You know, I asked that woman, “Honey, what’s your name?”
She said, “My first name you guessed, but my last name I’m going to change”
She’d take her last name to be the same one as Margaret Mead
She liked to study ‘bout folks so her folks there had all agreed
She ought to take the same name to be the same one as Margaret Mead
But before I could make a move she walked out that door
She musta studied me good and she didn’t need to know no more
They tell me no one there had ever seen her likes before
So I never found out what it was that her real name lacked
No, I never found out what it was that her real name lacked
But I’d sell a little piece of my soul to have that Honey back
I was a broken man, ‘bout as broke as I could be
You know, my heart was broke, ‘bout as broke as it could be
Cause I wanted some Honey to come on home with me
These are my blues to the one called Honey Mead
These are my blues for the disappearin ’ Honey Mead
I told myself she’s all I’d ever need
Cause I was way down South, weighed down in New Orleans
I was deep down, low down South, down in New Orleans
Where the ladies are pretty, but Lordie, they treat ya mean