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LITTLE BLACK HEART 

Jezebel is my waitress. She brings me what I need. 

Steps on my toes while I pardon her reach. I just smile and bleed. 

But she’s got a boyfriend out there somewhere who treats her like a child. 

I’d try my luck but my little black heart’s still wild. 

 

Friends say I need some kind of life. Maybe a ring to make me whole. 

A picket fencepost driven through my chest, my heart, my soul. 

Just picture me, staying constant. In one place for awhile. 

I wasn’t made that way. My little black heart’s still wild. 

 

I wonder where you are right now. 

Maybe back in New Orleans. 

How long have I been missing you? 

My whole damn life it seems. 

 

If I could somehow take us back in time, to the day that I met you. 

I’d apologize for all the things I was about to put you through. 

Especially how I said goodbye. God, I think I even smiled. 

But it was no good then and it’s no good now...my little black heart’s still wild. 

 

I wonder where you are right now. 

Maybe back in New Orleans. 

How long have I been missing you? 

My whole damn life it seems. 

 

Someday I might just settle down. Leave this late-night life behind. 

But not right now, my little black heart’s still wild. 

Not right now, my little black heart’s still wild.

 

 

Jim Walker - Vocals, Guitars, Lap Steel Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion, Drums