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