--- “Bayou Boil & Moonlight” Verse 1 Sun sink low on a cypress bend, Boil pot hummin’ like an old best friend, Red claws click, let the good times roll, Steam risin’ up with the smell of soul. Spanish moss sway, hear that back-porch drum, Night crawls in and the trouble comes— Lanterns glow and the stories spin, Bayou breath and a crooked grin. Chorus We’re eatin’ crawfish, huntin’ gators, Dancin’ hard to the old-time shakers, Wild women laugh, wild music plays, Fire in the fiddle, swamp in our ways. From the levee road to the river bend, We live it loud till the mornin’ ends— Bayou blood and a two-step truth, Lord have mercy, we’re feelin’ our youth. Verse 2 Flatboat tied where the reeds grow tall, Boot heels thump at the juke-joint wall, Accordion cries like a midnight train, Washboards rattle in sugarcane rain. Gator eyes glow, low and slow, Moonlight paints that water gold, Cast that line, say a quiet prayer, Then laugh it off with a cold-air stare. Chorus We’re eatin’ crawfish, huntin’ gators, Spinnin’ tales for the alligators, Wild women shine, wild music stays, Hands clap time in a thousand ways. From the back porch swing to the gravel lot, We stir the pot till it’s boilin’ hot— Bayou nights and a stubborn grin, If it ain’t loud, we ain’t tuned in. Bridge Mama said, “Boy, keep your feet on ground,” Daddy said, “Hear that ancient sound— It’s the river talkin’ in a minor key, Play it honest, play it free.” Chorus (Half-time, then build) Eatin’ crawfish, huntin’ gators, Old ghosts dancin’ with the new-age players, Wild women laugh, wild music flies, Stars shake loose in the Louisiana sky. Outro When the fire burns low and the fiddle’s done, We’ll hum that tune with the risin’ sun— Mud on our boots, joy on our faces, Bayou life—no rush, no braces. So pass that spice and the midnight truth, We’ll sing it back with a holler and whoop— Bayou boil and moonlight grin, Same wild song we’ve always been. --
