Deep South

Caught wind of the legend when we were kids on the banks of the Gulf Coast

About the pirate gold left hidden here way back ago

Then in a rage, Hurricane Audry, she blew down the secret of the sheltering oak

They found Captain Lafitte's buried treasure, yeah anything goes

In the Deep South

We drive close tonight to that very site on Lake Peigneur road

Past the tin top shacks that shimmer with the corrugated waves from the glow

Of a howling moon I'm soon to realize I must oblige

Especially with the wild blue yonder that I'm seeing in your eyes

I tell you, Azalea

When they lay me down, child

I'll still be under the spell of

The sweet keep of the Deep South

The Deep South

Like a chef on a mission in the kitchen with seductive recipes

Let the spice in my life be the magic that surrounds and entices me

Like when you feed the juke box all my silver at Maison Creole

Till we feel the levitation of the dance floor down in our soles

I tell you, Azalea

When they lay me down, child

I'll still be under the spell of

The sweet keep of the Deep South

The Deep South

Now, only our eyes can follow the trail of serpentine smoke

From the bonfire under the stars for the blessing of the boats

You know, a healer in the swamp said the stars guide us back and forth

Like campfires burning on a steep and distant shore

I tell you, Azalea

When they lay me down, child

I'll still be under the spell of

The sweet keep of the Deep South

The Deep South