Crawfish Alley

[Verse 1]
Little old Tunica
Delta sun sittin’ low
Golf carts lined up
By that gravel road
Steam rollin’ up
From a busted metal pot
Whole town talkin’
‘Bout the batch we got
[Chorus]
Down in Crawfish Alley
That’s where I belong
Red tails, cold beer
Laughin’ all night long
Muddy boots, big smiles
Season on my hands
Down in Crawfish Alley
I’m a richer man
[Verse 2]
Granddaddy’s lawn chair
Paint flaked clean off
Kids tossin’ bottle caps
Old folks talkin’ soft
Spice in the air
Makes my heartbeat skip
Crack one open
Let the good times drip
[Chorus]
Down in Crawfish Alley
That’s where I belong
Red tails, cold beer
Laughin’ all night long
Muddy boots, big smiles
Season on my hands
Down in Crawfish Alley
I’m a richer man
[Bridge]
Big city bright signs
They don’t do much for me
Give me this dirt road
Give me my family
A paper plate palace
Under that cotton sky
I swear I could stay here
Till the day I die
[Chorus]
Down in Crawfish Alley
That’s where I belong
Red tails, cold beer
Laughin’ all night long
Muddy boots, big smiles
Season on my hands
Down in Crawfish Alley
I’m a richer man

country, Laid-back country shuffle with brushed snare, upright bass, and twangy telecaster. Male vocals in an easy front-porch drawl; verses stay intimate and close, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a warm organ pad. Fiddle flourishes answer vocal lines, with a brief half-time lift on the last chorus for a singalong, then a soft-band button ending.