We got Cypress hangin'
an' water down the road.
Never gonna leave
the Bayou,
me and Bobbi Sue.
Got married at the church
with new gown,
down on Strewer Creek.
Stayed drunk and so on,
must a been near a week.
Oh Lord, never gonna leave
the Bayou.
Then one day the train comes.
Looks like a ticket out.
Shoulda' known it'd be a plain wreck,
scattered all about.
Oh Lord, never shoulda' left
the Bayou.
Got us a little place
in Memphis.
Things are goin' fine.
'Cept for this itch that's ailin'
and hangin' 'round my mind.
Found out 'bout her new man,
an' all their brand new plans.
Oh Lord, give me that
Bayou mud again.
Now that diamond ring
looks just like
a piece of
my broken glass.
Brought along my sixteen wheeler,
'case I had to kick some...
Oh Lord, give me that
Bayou mud again.
Now I'm lookin' through
this grey wall.
No windows for my view.
Sittin' on a stainless steel rim,
can't seem to find the seat.
Only one shower's workin',
boy you'd better use your feet.
Oh Lord,
give me that
Bayou mud again.
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Author Notes
A tribute to John Fogerty. Some people seem to be having trouble with the rhythm of this. Try singing it to "Lodi" by John Fogerty. Or at least I believe that was the name of the song. I ask you to try to capture the rhythm, if you do, I think you will really enjoy this. I think it is one of my better efforts. Proud Victor.
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