As The Bayou Flows

[Verse 1]
Rust on the truck
Screen door half broke
Coffee in a Styrofoam cup
They lean in close
She saw your lights round midnight
Heard your truck roll slow
By supper time that same old tale
Hit every front porch row
[Chorus]
As the bayou flows
So the stories roll
From the cypress knees
Down to Old Man Cole
You can try to hide
But the moss still knows
Round here we live
As the bayou flows
[Verse 2]
Mary at the market
Picking through the greens
Asks about your “little friend”
Like she’s seen nineteen scenes
Preacher shakes your handshake
Says he’ll “pray you through”
By Friday night at Catfish Jack’s
They’re all talking you
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Words ride the water
Like a jon boat drift
One small secret
Turns into a gift
For every bored tongue
Every rocking chair row
[low vocal register] In this muddy little town
What you think is yours
They own
[Chorus]

rock, Swampy modern Southern rock with snarling slide guitars, roomy live drums, and growling male vocals. Verses stay low and storytelling over a steady groove; chorus explodes with gang shouts, tambourine, and a wide, anthemic hook. Bridge strips to bass, kick, and fingerpicked guitar before a final full-band [crescendo] and ad-libbed outro., modern southern rock