hebert island
green, william clark
when it's dry i take the road
when the water's high i take a boat
paradise with fishin' poles
a pair o' dice and dominos
a piece o' land a man can find
piece of mind in a patch of pines
just inside that texas line
when that storm blows in we headed for the highland
red-tailed duck wrapped in tinfoil
catfish fryin' in peanut oil
check the traps 'fore the crawfish boil
tambourine on a tail of a labrador
no girlfriends to bother us
it's the he-man woman haters club
when that storm blows in we headed for the highland
when that storm blows in we headed for the highland