One of my favorite songs, ever. Its in my soul of course, being I lived most of my life there. Now, its a bit of a soul crusher, but still love it. The startling accuracy of a lyric like mark your doorstep with a half wet rag are chilling. We also used to mark our doorsteps with graveyard brick dust. Catfish pie in gris gris bag Im the lover of the bayou Mark your doorstep with a half wet rag Im the lover of the bayou Raised and swam with the crocodile Snake-eye taught me the Mojo style Sucking weed on chicken bile Im the lover of the bayou I learned the key to the master look I learned to float in the water clock I learned to capture the lightning shock Im the lover of the bayou And I got cats an teeth and hair for sale Im the lover of the bayou Look out, look out, Baron Zombies on your tail Im the lover of the bayou I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan I drank the blood, drank the blood from a rusty can Turned me into the Honga man Im the lover of the bayou
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 14:51:26 +0000
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