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They Geaux Hard in the Swamp

They Geaux Hard in the Swamp

I went down to the swamp, with a man named Jerry Reed

Introduced me to Doc Mill South and a man named W.T.

Huntin' alligators down in the swamp, I said "now Doc, where's your gun?"

"I ain't got no gun, I ain't got no club - we're gonna wrestle alligators here with my son."

I said "what?"

They go hard in the swamp, ain't no one do it like they do

They go hard in the swamp, drinkin' up the jazz, funk, rhythm and blues

They go hard in the swamp, oh, they geaux hard in the swamp

I met a girl named Adelaida, sweet little Cajun queen

I was callin' Baton Rouge, I took her cross the Ponchartrain

Drinkin' absinthe frappe, Vieux Carre, Ramos gin fizz, hurricanes til' dawn

I started hallucinatin', she said "boy don't quit on me, we've only just begun!"

They go hard in the swamp, ain't no one do it like they do

They go hard in the swamp, drinkin' up the jazz, funk, rhythm and blues

They go hard in the swamp, oh, they geaux hard in the swamp

I started seein' Jean Lafitte gettin' down to the beat of a Crescent City brass band

With little Raymond the firefly gettin' crushed by the Shadowman

With Apache Rose Peacock shakin' her tail in the Wheel Inside the Wheel, with W.T. losin' his Escalade on the wrong end of the steel

And Feufollet up the way down at the twist and shout

And an etoffee on Saturday 'fore a Death Valley rout

They go hard in the swamp, ain't no one do it like they do

They go hard in the swamp, drinkin' up the jazz, funk, rhythm and blues

They go hard in the swamp, oh, they geaux hard in the swamp

Now here I go to the swamp, listen up!