Otis on the banjo....crawdads in the boil
moonshine's on the drip....flowin through the coil.

Washboards bein played while the jug is givin hoots
verandah boards soundin from the tappin of the boots
everyone's a dancin in their dresses and overalls
crawdads turnin red, and the music fills the air.

Otis on the banjo....crawdads in the boil
moonshine's on the drip....flowin through the coil.

Snakes are in the swamp an gators on the shore
spoons they join in, two step shines the floor
juice harp bein played by Nathan in the back
bass is holding rythm....as the buckets now in play.

Otis on the banjo....crawdads in the boil
moonshine's on the drip....flowin through the coil.

Moss hangs in the trees all around this water town
catfish in the pan, blackin as it cooks
sticks are being played while the notches give the sound
shoes kick up the dust, as two steps on the ground.

Otis on the banjo....crawdads in the boil
moonshine's on the drip....flowin through the coil~


~Bentlee~