Bayou Sundown

Spanish moss hanging from the old live oak

The air is thick enough to make you choke

Sitting on the dock where the water runs slow

Watching the dragonflies put on a show

Got a rusty old guitar

sitting on my knee

Nothing but the river

keeping company

Just living on the bayou,

watching world go by

Underneath the heavy, burning summer sky Singing bluegrass and blues till the

sun goes down

A hundred miles away from the noise of the town

Smoking and toking in the hazy shade Counting every single memory we

made

In this lazy hot afternoon

Muddy water lapping up against the wood

Wasting my time like I know I should

Crickets starting up a little rhythm section now

Sweat dripping slowly right across my brow

Pick a little banjo,

let the high notes ring

Listen to the song that the wetlands sing Just living on the

bayou, watching world go by

Underneath the heavy,

burning summer sky Singing bluegrass and blues till the sun goes down

A hundred miles away from the noise of the town

Smoking and toking in the hazy shade

Counting every single memory we made In this lazy hot afternoon

Let the smoke curl up to the pine trees high Let the

melody float

on a southern sigh

No clocks ticking, no place to be

Just the rhythm of the swamp

setting me

free

Singing bluegrass and blues

Just living on the bayou

Yeah, smoking and toking In this lazy hot afternoon

Let it fade on out

Just

lazy and hot On the bayou