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Bayou Nights: A Song of the Swamplands

Updated on August 28, 2016

Born in the Swamplands of the Big Bayou, Louisiana, my pride and joy,

Raised on a black watered home, learned to hunt for food, a Cajun boy.

Many a night, fished by moonlight, camped out under the stars, so bright.

Caught shrimp, Bull frogs, slept by fire logs, a son of the swamp, all right.

Refrain:

By a Louisiana moon, I can play you a tune, Swamplands, my pride and joy.

I'm just a Louisiana Cajun boy.

Gators and turtles were my playmates, brown deer and birds, all the same,

Had venison, wild turkey, made sausage and jerky, every hefty boy to blame.

We live off the land, survive as we can, oweing not one red cent to any man.

A few times were rough, it's then we got tough, we are cajuns, you understand.

refrain:

By a Louisiana moon, I can play you a tune, Swamplands my pride and joy.

I'm just a Louisiana Cajun boy.

Went swimming as a kid, crazy things we did, in my memories to keep,

Stayed up all night, got in the boat at first light, didn't get a wink of sleep,

Gator hunted by day, was the only way, made a living, helped us get by,

Now I'm an old man, taking it easy, my plan, recalling old times before I die.

Refrain:

By a Louisiana moon, I can play you a tune, Swamplands, my pride and joy,

I'm just a Louisiana Cajun boy.

If you ever come to Louisiana, look me up, I'm down at the Cajun store,

I'll be sitting in the back, dominoes to stack, eating peanuts by the score.

Just waiting for a full moon, my superstition, got to fish then, the thing to do,

Old boats still the best, I out paddle all the rest, never sit home feeling blue.

Refrain:

By a Louisiana moon, I can play you a tune, Swamplands, my pride and joy,

I'm just a Louisiana Cajun boy. Just a Louisiana Cajun boy...Cajun boy...

© 2016 whonunuwho

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 7 months ago from Victoria, Australia

      Another lovely, evocative poem. Are you going to put them all into a book? I hope so.

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      whonunuwho 7 months ago from United States

      Thank you much my friend. whonu

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      Deb Hirt 6 months ago

      I often think of the old days, and also reflect upon them. The times have changed, but are they for the better? I often think that my youth held the better days.

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      whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States

      Thank you for stopping by my friend. We all feel this way at times my friend, but there are always more to come. whonu

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