A blanket of white Snuck in overnight, A temporary pause, For those who lurk with claws. Oh..., a blackened world now shimmers so bright, Critter tracks vanished by morning light. Spanish moss sways like white wedding veils, An eerie dance above frozen cattails. The bayou’s hushed, too damn still, Even the bullfrogs know somethin’s ill. The snow glows soft, a sick charade, Fate don’t die, it just gets delayed. Don’t be fooled by the blanket of white! The swamp still bites, you should fear the night! Cold don’t cleanse what was born in grime, Snow in the swamp just buys you time! Waylon’s porch, knee-deep in slush Still smokin’ shine with a whitened hush. He don’t like snow, calls it fake Once it melts, you're in a lake Oh..., Snakes etch lines, a false trail of hope, Leading you through the snow, to the end of your rope. Gator's whip their tails, carving angel wings, A baited path on thin ice that stings. Don’t be fooled by the sugar white! The swamp still stares with jagged bite! Cold don’t bury what was born in flame, Swamp snow boosts the gator’s game! You think frost means it’s safe? You think still means it’s calm? Ask the man with the limp… That's a swamp snow song. Don’t be fooled by the blanket white! The swamp don’t sleep, it waits to bite! Gator breath steams from below, Fall through the ice, red veins in the snow.
