On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there And a catfish line going, bom bom So if

If I drift long enough I'll be home Hold on if you can You're gonna sink faster Than you can imagine so hold Drink the water drink it down This time I know I'm bound To spit it back up I didn't want this