Sweet Olive Tree

Theres a story i heard told

Comes from the banks where the odd sailboat goes

Now i dont know if its true but i say so

Surely in it you will recognize somebody that you know



There was a gal in new orleans

She could be sweet but my friend she could be mean

Really with her there was very litle in between

She kissed gentlemens lips beneath the sweet olive trees



They never knew their woman

She never knew her man

I wanna know my woman

Want her to know her man

Well if you know you too many people

Your hearts bound to go bad



One dude she knew got sick with hurt

He overheard his babys filth and dirt

So he hid a 22 beneath his shirt

Then went to pay a her a visit at the place in which she worked



Well if you find someone you love a lot

Id recommend you give it everything you got

Either way you'll be sittin pissin in a pot

But at least it will be with someone you love and you trust



Nobody knows their woman

Nobody knows their man

I'd die to know my woman

Kill for her to know her man

Just want to take it beyond the initial shaking

Of my own sweaty nervous hand

Or else i might be bad