Away down low in Cajun country
Every time I leave it makes me hungry
To return to the basic simple life
Free from all this stress and strife

Where the swamp grass meets the sea
Sunsets there soothing as sweet tea    
My humble houseboat waits for me
Right now that’s where I’d rather be

There I can lay back and prop up my bare feet
Use the front porch rail as a reclining seat
Gaze out and watch as my troubles drift on by
Wash into the gulf and are flushed goodbye

When the fish start jumpin, git out the bait      
Nature’s bounty will soon be on my plate   
Don’t need a cane pole to catch my dinner
No casting, no trolling with a fancy spinner

I just tie the fishin’ line ‘round my big toe
When a catfish nibbles, my foot will know
If only life could be so simple
All our problems but the size of a pimple

A rope swing dangles from the Cypress tree
Another reminder of a world carefree
Time to squander, while away the hours
Whose time is it, if it isn’t ours?

At night the moonbeams glisten all around
Reflections from a surface absent of ground
No traffic lights, no headlights to disturb these liquid roads
The only honking sounds by ducks and toads

But traffic jams on the bayou are nothing new
Just look upstream as they float into view
Count ‘em - 5 turtles in a row
Lined up on that log, with another in tow

Our hectic lives are so sad and silly
Says Mr. Frog napping on his water lily
Wasn’t life meant to move this slow?
About as fast as molasses flows

Bye, bye peaceful bayou, I’m a gonna’ miss you
Memories of you still warm as your Gumbo stew
Where the clock ticks to the cadence of the rocking chair
And the leaves rustle gently through the sultry air