Firestorm at the Boilin’ Bayou

(hey,

hey)

I saw your shiny new truck parked outside the local bar

The one you bought with the money you stole from my guitar

jar

You’re sitting in the corner booth,

showing off your grin Telling all your buddies how you broke my

heart again Well, smile while you can,

enjoy your little crown 'Cause what goes around is coming back around.

I ain’t crying no tears,

I’m just lighting the match Watching everything you built turn to a

briar patch You wanted a storm,

well, the clouds are turning red I’m turning every single lie you

ever said Into a front-row seat to your own downfall Yeah,

revenge is a dish best served out in the hall With a

sweet country smile and a hammer in my hand I’m taking back

every single inch of my land!

I didn't slash your tires,

no, that’s a little too cliché

I did something better to ruin your whole day

I called up that new girl you’ve been trying to impress And

sent her every single screenshot of your midnight text Now she’s walking

out the door, throwing down her drink Leaving you alone with a

lot of time to think.

You thought I’d stay broken,

thought I’d stay small Thought I’d be the one sitting waiting for

your call But a woman scorned in a country town Knows exactly

how to tear a kingdom down!

I ain’t crying no tears,

I’m just lighting the match Watching everything you built turn to a

briar patch You wanted a storm,

well, the clouds are turning red I’m turning every single lie you

ever said Into a front-row seat to your own downfall Yeah,

revenge is a dish best served out in the hall With a

sweet country smile and a hammer in my hand I’m taking back

every single inch of my land!

Yeah,

taking it back...

Leaving your world painted in black.

Enjoy the view from the ground.

'Cause the queen's still got the crown.