Creature From The Bayou

In the shadow of the cypress trees A whisper crawls on the midnight breeze Mud so thick it swallows sound Where the creature waits underground The creature from the bayou He don’t sleep He don’t dream He just creeps Through the water Through the weeds The creature from the bayou He feeds Eyes like lanterns in the pitch-black night Teeth like knives A wicked bite His breath smells of old decay Don’t look back Don’t lose your way Oh the swamp don’t care It pulls you in The air so heavy It’s thick as sin The creature from the bayou He don’t sleep He don’t dream He just creeps Through the water Through the weeds The creature from the bayou He feeds They say he was born when the moon turned red The swamp gave him life The swamp keeps him fed If you hear a growl Don’t make a sound He’s already here He’s all around