I was born in Savannah, 55 Daddy was a man of the sea Said my momma died when she gave me my life I believed him cause he never lied to me I followed in my old man's footsteps Livin' my life under the sail I've slept with the best and I've been drunk with the rest Fishin' and a-fightin' and raisin' hell Just another port-a-call I was the lady of the night Just upstairs and down the hall Fakin' love beneath the red light Sailin' across the Gulf on that stormy night I was drivin' to New Orleans in the howlin' wind When I hit that Delta dock, I tied her down tight Went lookin' for a bottle and a friend That's when I saw her near Café de Limogne A faded flower out in the rain She smiled at me and said, Bonjour, M'sieur I was drawn to her like a moth to the flame Just another port-a-call Another lady of the night Just upstairs and down the hall Fakin' love beneath the red light We walked and we talked and as the night wore on She took me to a room above Bourbon Street Candlelight, soft music, perfume in red wine I paid the price to share her satin sheets But in the flickering light, her locket caught my eye As it lay gleamin' upon her breast It was fine Spanish silver with diamonds and labels And as I reached for it, she started to undress And as I slowly opened it, and I took a look inside I saw a faded photograph, my father and his young bride And on the back, these simple words inscribed I love you, Savannah 55 Just another port-a-call Another lady of the night Just upstairs and down the hall Fakin' love beneath the red light Just another port-a-call Another lady of the night Just upstairs and down the hall Fakin' love beneath the red light