Swamp Rap

Now I don't move too fast

And my talk is kind o' slow

I'm from the swamps and I like to stomp

To the Cotton-Eyed-Joe

Now I work hard all week

When it comes Saturday night

I go downtown and cruise around

In my four wheel drive that's right

With mud flaps

Sometimes I like to slow dance

And I hold my woman tight

'Cause you can't get nothing done

If you stand apart and sling your arms and all

That's right

Now I see a lot of people

And they're thinking they're where it's at

But you know that times are a-changing

When soul brothers wear cowboy hats

That's right, ha ha

But there's still a lot of cowboys

Who don't mind biting the dust

They ride Brahman-bulls and bucking broncs

And they don't want no fuss

But now they're everywhere you look

And though it may sound strange

They ride Coupe De Villes done too cutter Bill's

And overnight they can ride the ranche

I heard that

Ha ha ha, alright

I was down in the swamps one night

Singing to the moon

When an alligator crawled up to me and said

Hey, I like your tune

He started to twist and shake his tail

Thought he was having a fit

And my fingers was starting to hurt like hell

But he wouldn't let me quit

He said, Keep on, ha ha

Yeah but it's a long time since I wanted to dance

Would you please give me some more

A one two three four you can't alligator

Till you get down on the floor that's right

That's right