Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Jim Stafford
Listen at night and hear the sounds
As the swamp moves in and settles down
Shadows move, see the cypress frown?
Swamp don't want you hangin' round
Poacher poacher, what 'cha doin' tonight?
Goin' out huntin' with a gun and a flashlight?
Why you shoot a gator when you know he's such a sight?
He said, "I never met a handbag I didn't like."
Swamp'll get you every time, a tourist can't resist
They love it when you lead 'em 'round - "I wonder what is this?"
That's just a clingin' vine, ma'am, don't you make a racket
They just wind around your ankle here
Take a stick and whack it
Highways, byways, souvenir stands
Eat here! Gas up! Campin' Vans!
We got ten thousand new attractions planned
With mechanical animals and mechanical friends
You just keep draggin' my swamp water down
Move to Florida! We'll build you a town!
Poor swamp creatures runnin' everywhere around
Never knowin' if they're gonna dry up or drown
Sometimes I wonder what you'd do
If the swamp moved in on you?
Scratched on your screen, slipped down your waterspout
Tapped you on the shoulder and said "You move out!"
The Last Chant was written by Jim Stafford.
The Last Chant was produced by Lobo & Phil Gernhard.