[Verse] Down by the bayou, where the cypress trees sway, Lived a gator redneck mama with no plans to stay. She packed up her bags and took a deep sigh, Ain't no more swamp for Miss Liza Mae Fry. [Verse 2] She rolled her old truck to the trailer park gate, The folks in town said she'd never relate. But Liza Mae Fry, with a twinkle in her eye, Said, “I’ll show 'em y'all what a gator can try.” [Chorus] Swamp Mama's home, and she's makin' her mark, With her gator shoes and that big ol' heart. From the bayou to the park, she'll make it her own, Swamp Mama's here, and she's not alone. [Verse 3] She cooked up some jambalaya, and the neighbors came ‘round, They’d never tasted flavors from the wet bayou ground. Her tales from the swamp had them laughing all night, Liza Mae Fry had turned darkness to light. [Verse 4] With a pick-up guitar and a paw full of strings, She sang about the swamp and the joy it brings. Her voice like honey, smooth and warm, Swamp Mama played her way through the storm. [Chorus] Swamp Mama's home, and she's makin' her mark, With her gator shoes and that big ol' heart. From the bayou to the park, she'll make it her own, Swamp Mama's here, and she's not alone.
