Waylon’s cookin’ shine, Runnin’ short on time. He throws a fresh log on, bumps up the flames, Whistled loud like it’s just a game. Then the still started moanin’, The cypress started groanin’. Cattails dancin', side to side, Roscoe's lookin' terrified...! SWAMP QUAKE! It’s risin’ now! CROWD: (Swamp quake! Shake this ground!) Swamp quake! Lightnin’ in the still! CROWD: (BOOM goes the bayou, southern thrills!) Five logs in… but he's gettin' bold, Tossed on one more, broke the mold. The water sizzled, copper screamed, Steam shot high like a laser beam. Bullfrogs leapt, herons flew, A hush rolled in like morning dew. Then BOOM! The still let loose, Waylon flew, like he slipped in goose juice! Swamp quake! The moonshine roared! CROWD: (Waylon’s feet left the porch floor!) Swamp quake! Mud flew high! CROWD: (Hound dogs howled and gators cried!) Waylon stood up grinnin’, lost his hat, Boots stuck deep in swamp muck and sap. But he poured a sip, said, “Gimme a glass!” “Still hits like thunder… a kick in the ass!” Swamp quake! It's Waylon’s song! Still kickin’ hard all night long! Swamp quake! Pour one more! Shake the swamp to its core!
