down in the bayou where the alligators roam
getting lost may be your last mistake
living off the fat of the land
they hold their justice in the palm of their hand
lay down your gun and surrender quiet
or there's gonna be a cajun riot
there's nothing left that you can do
'cause they'll be looking for you
for your life is too short
take it before you're doomed
and they're ready for fighting
huntin' gators and drinking white lightning
brewin' moonshine at a still in the swamp
playing creole from dusk until dawn
protect their own is the law of the land
mess with their law it will get out of hand
keep it in mind if you're ever down there