This song came on the radio when Mrs. King were eating lunch in our neighborhood restaurant today. When I noticed, I said, too loudly, "This is your theme song!"
I didn't mean to say it that loudly. Mrs. King went bug-eyed and slapped my fast hand.
Postscript: My grandfather was an appliance repairman. He went to people's houses to fix their washers, dryers, refrigerators, etc. One time, he told me a story about how he went to a house and the lady of the house led him to the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe. He checked out the garbage disposal and, when he turned around, she was holding her robe open, stark naked underneath!
Here is what my grandfather remembered about that encounter: "It looked like Conway Twitty was between her legs."
I didn't even know what that meant until I saw a Conway Twitty on TV. Oh! That's what she looked like!
I run a small hotel in New Orleans. It's in Louisiana, in case you're thinking of another New Orleans I've never heard of.