CHORUS:
Where the band's playing fiddles and...
Guitars in the middle of the floor
Where the flirty flirty girlies...
Whirl and twirl around till way past four
Where losers and boozers
Can toss their troubles to a friend
And young folks, old folks,
Stomp and fly like the wind

When the Louisiana sun comes peepin' into town...
I'll be creepin' back across the bay
Back into the shack
Where I reckon I was born to stay
But after six days of swamp, I'm getting ready to stomp
And get back to all my bayou belles
Thinkin' 'bout the good times
I whoop, stomp, holler and yell