Crawdad Cola

Waylon’s been mixin’, Like a chemist gone wild. Came back from fishin’, With a grin like a child. He said, “Got a new brew!” Shouted to his kin, “Step on back now, Let the mixin’ begin!” Two parts swamp juice, Crawdads tails. One shot of shine, Make the lawman pale. Sprinkle of scales, From a gator’s hide. Boil it down slow, It’ll light your insides. Crawdad Cola, Straight from the swamp. Kick like a mule, With a gator's chomp. Crawdad Cola, Devil’s own pour, One good swig And you’re flat on the floor. Simmer in a kettle, Smoke on the breeze. Moonlight’s dancin’, Through the cypress trees. Neighbors lined up, Buckets in hand, Waylon’s brew’s The best in the land. Crawdad Cola, Straight from the swamp. Kick like a mule, With a gator's chomp. Crawdad Cola, Devil’s own pour, One good swig And you’re beggin’ for more. Sheriff came knockin’, Wanted a taste. Left his badge In a muddy place. Said, “Boy, this brew’s Gonna raise some hell!” Waylon just grinned, And poured another shell. Crawdad Cola, Straight from the swamp. Kick like a mule, With a gator's chomp. Crawdad Cola, Devil’s own pour, One good swig And you’re beggin’ for more. Crawdad Cola… Brews up trouble… Every time.