Bayou boys live a little risky
Sneaking into games with a water bottle whiskey
Yes ma'am smile but a mean left hook
Know a lot of shit you can't learn in a book
Like how to kill a cottonmouth with a dull shovel
How get some sugar 'round a cane field fire
Red, white and blue but bleeding gold and purple
Where it never rains on a Saturday night
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or 'gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Bayou boys will buy you a drink
And buy a piece of land where the church bells ring
Take a fan boat flying like it ain't no thing
Where the swamp and the Spanish moss meet, yeah
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Let that Louisiana heat soothe my soul
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Sounds like home
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Naw, you never down to the Bayou, boy
Never been down, never been down to the Bayou, boy
Graham Barham - BAYOU BOY Lyrics
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Bayou boys live a little risky
Sneaking into games with a water bottle whiskey
Yes ma'am smile but a mean left hook
Know a lot of shit you can't learn in a book
Like how to kill a cottonmouth with a dull shovel
How get some sugar 'round a cane field fire
Red, white and blue but bleeding gold and purple
Where it never rains on a Saturday night
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or 'gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Bayou boys will buy you a drink
And buy a piece of land where the church bells ring
Take a fan boat flying like it ain't no thing
Where the swamp and the Spanish moss meet, yeah
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Let that Louisiana heat soothe my soul
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Sounds like home
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Naw, you never down to the Bayou, boy
Never been down, never been down to the Bayou, boy
Sneaking into games with a water bottle whiskey
Yes ma'am smile but a mean left hook
Know a lot of shit you can't learn in a book
Like how to kill a cottonmouth with a dull shovel
How get some sugar 'round a cane field fire
Red, white and blue but bleeding gold and purple
Where it never rains on a Saturday night
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or 'gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Bayou boys will buy you a drink
And buy a piece of land where the church bells ring
Take a fan boat flying like it ain't no thing
Where the swamp and the Spanish moss meet, yeah
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Let that Louisiana heat soothe my soul
Let the good times roll, let 'em all roll
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Sounds like home
Way down yonder off the Mississippi
There's a little town of a hundred fifty
Cypress knees stickin' outta holy water
Sun's about as hot as the farmer's daughter
Catching crawfish in a ditch off the road
Sunday morning praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras dancing, catching beads
Hurricane twisted, c'est la vie
If you don't know nothin' 'bout ducks or gators
Two finger waves and see ya laters
Slinging delta dirt on jacked up toys
You ain't never been down to the Bayou, boy
Naw, you never down to the Bayou, boy
Never been down, never been down to the Bayou, boy
Writer: Beau Bailey, Graham Barham, William L Bundy
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.