Catfish pie in gris-gris bag I'm the lover of the bayou Pack your doorstep with a half wet rag I'm the lover of the bayou I was raised and swam with
Well, my daddy took me campin' Out under the stars Left me by the fire While he hit the bars And I broke my finger On a trailer hitch Mamma called daddy
That woman Lives in a house of stone You better not cuss You better not roam She'll put you out On your ass all alone That woman Lives in a house of
An orphan of the storm She moved to Houston To live below that copper colored sky Louisiana girl Born into losing The skyline of the city made her cry
I see her riding. See her riding every day. I see her riding. See her riding every day. Well, she's my Topanga Cowgirl. Comes at sunset every day. Pacific
My love's an ocean You better not cross it Yeah I've been the distance And I need some rest Yeah I had somebody once And damn if I lost her I've been