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 s**ed its juices, never knowing
That I would sleep that night on
Gibson street