Graham Barham – BAYOU BOY Lyrics

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 dull shovel
How get some sugar round a cane field fire

Red, white blue but bleeding gold purple
Where it a night
Mississippi
There’s a little of a hundred fifty
knees water
hot farmer’s daughter
crawfish in a road
praying in your Mossy Oak

Mardi Gras catching beads
la vie
If you ‘bout or gators
ya laters
dirt toys
You to boy
Bayou boys will buy you a drink
buy a piece of land where ring
Take a fan boat it no thing

Where swamp meet
Mississippi
There’s a little of a hundred fifty
knees water
hot farmer’s daughter
crawfish in a road
praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras catching beads
la vie

If you ‘bout or gators
ya laters
dirt toys
You to boy
good times roll, all roll
Louisiana heat soothe my soul
good times roll, all roll
Laissez bons temps rouler
home

Mississippi
There’s a little of a hundred fifty
knees water
hot farmer’s daughter
crawfish in a road
praying in your Mossy Oak
Mardi Gras catching beads

la vie
If you ‘bout or gators
ya laters
dirt toys
You to boy
Naw, you to boy
down, to boy