Jim Carroll - Evangeline

By Jim Carroll and Wayne Woods

Evangeline
My first lady,
She wears satin gloves
Since her hands got dirty
She travels here
She travels there . . .
She's on the "A" list
Everywhere

I can't take it anymore If she calls back,
Tell her I went uptown to the downtown store

Evangeline
With her lips like curtains,
But you best know
And it's for certain

With all her monies
You and I got none
She's got a satin pillow
Covering her pearly gun