Down on the Bayou

Down on the Bayou

Come on down to the old bayou
The party goin’ on is never through
You’ll love this land and people, for true
Come on down to the old bayou

Here I am again in this wonderful state
There isn’t enough time, my appetite to sate
The wildlife and fauna, just simply grand
I believe this is where I’ll make my last stand

It’s in my blood and fills my mind
The language and accents you may find
On the bayou, are like a lost treasure
Uncovered by those who care to take measure

The real Cajun persona is so grand
Hunters and fishermen living off of the land
The way of life is earthy and to be admired
Real men and women, don’t want to be hired

Simple needs, loving the great outdoors
No need for luxuries or polished marble floors
Navigating the bayous in pirogues and canoes
Playing simple folk music or singin’ the Blues

Come on down to the old bayou
The party goin’ on is never through
You’ll love this land and people, for true
Come on down to the old bayou

Always affable to tell of their ways
Shrimping and crabbing in the many bays
Dark eyes and skin is not unique
Voodoo practiced, just part of the mystique

The lifestyle to some, an interesting riddle
There’s usually an accordion and always a fiddle
When the music strikes up sometime at night
It starts the feet stompin’, and singin’ – just right

The food is the best of any I’ve tasted
Nothins’ thrown away or ever wasted
The spices and seafood are beyond compare
And they love company, always willin’ to share

Come on down to the old bayou
The party goin’ on is never through
You’ll love this land and people, for true
Come on down to the old bayou


LeBuert  2012