Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by. Pirogue pole or your natural soul. Keeps you tied to a tree high tide. Beer joint lights come on. And then the crowd starts rollin' in.
What is that sound what is that noise. I cannot figure it out for the life of me boys. Is it the coast guard or is it the wind. Is it the mother ship comin' again.
Kick your shoes off in the corner mama. Tuck the babies all up snug. Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug. When you see that lantern swingin' yonder.
The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life. It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife. Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin'.
(Guy Clark). . She was standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere else.