[Verse 1]
Michelob sweating on the table
Mud on my boots, boat still by the ramp
Old ice chest full of red gold crawling
Uncle’s bare hands, that man don’t cramp
He twist that tail, crack that shell
Throws the heads in a pile, says “son, go ahead”
Steam in the air, that backyard blessing
I’m sucking that spice till my lips turn red (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We got crawdads crackin’, heads get sucked
Corn get slapped with the butter all stuck
Tators in the pot, that Cajun thunder rolls
Smoke in my clothes, hot in my nose
Give me one more boil and a box of those
Michelob’s cold on my soul
[Verse 2]
Paper plate bowin’ in the middle
Spice ring burning where my fingers been
Grandma’s laughing at the way I’m coughing
“Boy, that’s flavor, don’t call it sin”
Baby girl licking juice off her wrist
Hot sauce kiss when she leans on in
Radio crooked on a rusty tailgate
Two-step wobble, we spin and spin (hey!)
[Chorus]
We got crawdads crackin’, heads get sucked
Corn get slapped with the butter all stuck
Tators in the pot, that Cajun thunder rolls
Smoke in my clothes, hot in my nose
Give me one more boil and a box of those
Michelob’s cold on my soul
[Bridge]
Sun going down, but the pot still singin’
Moon coming up, and the bugs all high
If heaven got a ditch and a cypress shadow
I hope they got this kind of Saturday night
[Chorus]
We got crawdads crackin’, heads get sucked
Corn get slapped with the butter all stuck
Tators in the pot, that Cajun thunder rolls
Smoke in my clothes, hot in my nose
Give me one more boil and a box of those
Michelob’s cold on my soul