Run, run to the east confession trash.
We don't need your thrills or your call-book cash
Let's just nature's got plans to keep you up there
RIFF 2
Swamps, fiddles that whine about the Mayor
Our caves are divine they've got conditioned air.
Fan-tail, backwash and factory and rooms will stay up here
CHORUS
Hands off of the bayou.
Heel, stay in your state; it's a new south trap.