(Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy)
Catfish pie in a gris-gris bag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Mark your doorstep with a half-wet rag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Raised and swam with the crocodile
Snacked-eye taught me the moyo style
Sucked and weaned on chicken bile
I'm the lover of the bayou Yeah!
Instrumental (Electric Guitar)
Well, I learned the key to the master lock
I learned to float in the water clock
I learned to capture the lightnin' shock
I'm the lover of the bayou
And I've got cats and teeth and hair for sale
I'm the lover of the bayou
Baron Samedi is on your tail
I'm the lover of the bayou
I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan
Drank the blood from a rusty can
Turned me into the hunger man
I'm the lover of the bayou Yeah!
© BMI(Clarke / Hicks / Nash)
When sand's close at hand
and the sea is touching me,
I feel much happier
than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by
and I'm floating in the sky.
And I wish you could be,
wish you could be here.
And if you're free, follow me
throw a pebble in my sea.
The sun will wrap you up
in a pool of gold, and lights in the night
in the night reaching neon waves of sight.
But
I wish you could be,
wish you could be,
wish you could be here.
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting
on the corner. Take a trip out here.
Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss
will greet you if you stay there.
I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish,
are in abundance here.
But they don't allow
the natives at your door
selling booze
smuggled from another shore.
And
chorus
verse 3
verse 4
chorus
Postcard, postcard, postcard.