I'm going back to my Louisiana
Where the water runs southward and nothing's as blue as it's sky.
Maybe I'll visit my friends down in Alabama
Where the sweet home is the only thing they want to buy.
The hunting's real good down there in the southland
The catfish are jumping and the hunting dogs there always barking.
The people real friendly they're always willing to give a hand
When the sun goes down the moon and the stars will be sparkling.
I haven't got any worries there in my hometwon
Just a bunch of beer drinking gentlemen I call my friends.
The people up north they all dream about coming down
Just mild long summers and short winters are these here trends.
The bayou blues is something to see
The bayou blues is home to me
The bayou blues is something to see
Won't you come down and share them with me.
