Down in the Bayou
Put on your swamp boots baby
We goin' for a ride
Down by Black Bayou
Bring your camera baby, we might, might see an alligator or crocodile
I remember the first time my Papa took me down Black Bayou
He'd bought me of hip boots
Well, we was out there walkin' around across on a log, and uh
I didn't know anything and uh, I stepped on a log and the log moved
And I didn't know what to do, so my Grandpa said
"Boy, you stepped on an Alligator back"
Lotta kids got ate like that
I didn't know no better, I was just a kid
But this low down thing that my Grandpa did
He knew, I knew that he loved me
He wouldn't want me to get hurt
But what he did that day was mistake 'cause he used me for Alligator bait
When the gator moved, he shot the gun
He said "Boy, you did good"
So confusin', I was just a lad
But I was old enough to get mad
I said, "I'm going home and tell my Daddy what you did"
When I got home, I told my Daddy what happened
And he just laughed, laughed, laughed
He said "Boy, the thing Grandpa did to you, when I was a little lad, he did to me too"
I ain't goin' back in the jungle
You can't get me back to the swamp
Far as I'm gonna go, into that oak tree stump
That's where they scared the gator
That's where we all sat there and ate her
And they laughed, they said "We had a whole lot of fun"
But I'm like, you wouldn'ta had it if I'd known what y'all were doin'
So, uh, ain't goin' back
Just thought I'd tell you that
Alligator bait
Alligator bait
I coulda' got ate
They used me for alligator bait
That's why I don't hunt today
Somebody shoulda' told me
