The Byrds Follow

Catfish pie in gris gris bagI´m the lover of the bayouMark your doorstep with a half wet ragI´m the lover of
the bayouRaised and swam with the crocodileSnake-eye
taught me the Mojo styleSucking weed on chicken bileI´m the lover of the bayouI learned the key to the
master lookI learned to float in the water clockI
learned to capture the lightning shockI´m the lover of the
bayouAnd I got cat´s an' teeth and hair for saleI´m the lover of the bayouLook out, look out, Baron
Zombies on your tailI´m the lover of the bayouI cooked the bat in the gumbo panI drank the blood,
drank the blood from a rusty canTurned me into the Honga
manI´m the lover of the bayou