Don't go to Gibson cross the river
the devil is hungry
the devil is sweet
if you are soft then you will shiver
they hang the alley cats on
Gibson street
I wish my baby were forbidden
I wish my world
be struck by sleet
I wish to keep my mirror hidden
to hide the eyes that looked on
Gibson street
There is a man; he knows where
I'm going
gave me a strawberry
to eat
I sucked its juices, never knowing
that I would sleep that night on
Gibson street