On the Bayou

I wake up and feel bad I don't know how much moonshine I had Bed and floor are a mess Who spit the beans in the sink Well I can guess My head beats like a drum But I shake off the fear by thinking of you On the Bayou No, no Yes I am telling you On the Bayou we refuse to be blue Dropping by an old friend Once had a mansion Now he sleeps in a tent In his yard a scrapped car Once a gem but now he won't get far We talk about the good times And he laughs and cheers and says the future looks bright On the Bayou No, no Yes I am telling you On the Bayou we refuse to be blue I wake up and feel bad I don't know how much bourbon I had Bed and floor are a mess Who spit the beans in the sink Well I can guess My head beats like a drum But I shake off the fear by thinking of you On the Bayou No, no Yes I am telling you Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba on the Bayou No, no Yes I am telling you On the Bayou we do never feel blue