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The Redneck Thing

V3.5

(Verse 1) Well, down in the swamps where the gators creep, A group of us boys were tryin’ to keep An eye on the skies and the weather report, ‘Cause trouble’s always brewing in this backwoods fort. MacReady ran the show with his cooler of beer, Chopper pilot by trade, but he’s the man ‘round here. Childs had his shades and his slow southern drawl, Said, "Don’t mess with me, I’ll take down y’all." (Chorus) ‘Cause there’s something in the water, something in the air, It’s crawlin’ through the bayou, givin’ us a scare. No tellin’ who’s who when the night turns cold, This swamp ain’t big enough for secrets untold. (Verse 2) Windows had his camera, always takin’ a pic, Said, "One of these days I’ll catch somethin’ slick." Palmer loved his herb and his busted ol’ truck, Said, "If aliens come, I’ll run outta luck." Doc Copper had his meds, steady with his hand, While Blair, the scientist, had a crazy man’s plan. Bennings kept the records, Norris fixed the lights, And Clark, with his dogs, kept ‘em safe at night. (Chorus) ‘Cause there’s something in the water, something in the air, It’s crawlin’ through the bayou, givin’ us a scare. No tellin’ who’s who when the night turns cold, This swamp ain’t big enough for secrets untold. (Bridge) It started with a sound, a scream in the night, Clark’s dogs went crazy, somethin’ wasn’t right. Blair locked himself up, mumblin’, "We’re all gonna die," And MacReady lit a flare with fire in his eye. (Verse 3) Now it’s paranoia in the Florida heat, We’re all watchin’ each other, feelin’ incomplete. A swamp monster or worse, somethin’ took our souls, And it’s takin’ us down like a crawfish boil. Garry’s got his gun, but who can he trust? This place will leave you broken, ground into the dust. (Chorus) ‘Cause there’s something in the water, something in the air, It’s crawlin’ through the bayou, givin’ us a scare. No tellin’ who’s who when the night turns cold, This swamp ain’t big enough for secrets untold. (Outro) When the sun came up, there was no one to see, Just the swamp and the gators and the Spanish moss trees. They’ll tell a tale ‘bout the boys who were gone, In the redneck bayou where the Thing came along.