Tony Joe White

Love the way you wear you hair down long
Like the way your voice sounds on the telephone
You know you're looking sexy in tight blue jeans
But there's one thing I got to ask you please

Do you have a garter belt
Would you wear stockings
Do you have a garter belt
Would you wear stockings

I don't mean to put no heat on you
But I wonder if you feel the way I do
You don't have to worry ?cause it's alright
I ain't kinky baby, I know what I like

Do you have a garter belt
Would you wear stockings
If I call out for help
Just keep on rocking

You just get better all the time
Darling, don't you change a thing
Lately you're the only song I want to sing
You're my reason to try

You just get sweeter every day
The little things you do and say
If only you could see you through my eyes
You just get better all the time

And I get the feeling I can make it babe
As long as you are by my side
You're the music in my ears
The laughter when the tears
Are falling down in my life

And on down through the years
You never tried to change my ways
You never made me feel I had to say
I'm sorry

You just get better all the time
And just today I heard you read my mind
That kind of magic is so hard to find
You just get better all the time

If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods
And in the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green
And everybody calls it polk salad, polk salad
Used to know a girl lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause thats about all they had to eat, but they did all right

Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl, that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(A mean vicious woman)

Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody says it was a shame
Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman
Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it)

Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons
Out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)