Down in south Louisiana where the cypress trees sway, Bayou water rollin’ like it’s got somethin’ to say, Got a jon boat tied up at the edge of the pier, Old twelve-gauge hangin’ in the shed out back here. Sun goin’ down, skeeters buzzin’ loud, Me and the boys talkin’ big, actin’ proud, But I know when I pull in that gravel drive, There’s a firecracker waitin’ keepin’ me alive. Chorus She’s a bitchin’ ol’ lady, Lord, she don’t hold back, Quick with her words like a heart attack, She’ll fuss about my muddy boots on the floor, Say I love my fishin’ more than her for sure. But she’s my shotgun rider, my Friday night light, My Cajun queen in a porch swing fight, Yeah she hollers loud, but it’s plain to see, That woman’s the best thing that’s happened to me. Verse 2 She says, “You and them guns spend too much time alone,” While I’m cleanin’ my rifle by the old deer stand phone, Duck season opens, I’m gone before dawn, Coffee in a thermos, camo cap on. She rolls her eyes when I tell one more tale, ’Bout the one that got away down in Plaquemine trail, But she fries that catfish golden brown, Best cookin’ anywhere in this whole dang town. Chorus She’s a bitchin’ ol’ lady, sharp as a hook, Got that ‘don’t test me’ Cajun look, She’ll fuss if I’m late, or forget trash day, But she prays for me every time I pull away. She’s my Sunday mornin’ with hands held tight, My back porch kiss in the pale moonlight, Yeah she’ll raise her voice, make a preacher blush, But she loves this life — and she loves us. Bridge Kids runnin’ barefoot through the yard, Old Lab dog sleepin’ by the truck in park, Family first, that’s the rule we keep, Even when the bills stack high and sleep runs cheap. Down here love ain’t fancy wine, It’s sweat and work and a fishin’ line, It’s fightin’ loud then makin’ right, Holdin’ each other through the long dark night. Final Chorus She’s my fire in the kitchen, my storm and my calm, My stubborn pride with a tender palm, From the Atchafalaya to the Gulf tide breeze, She’s the heart of this home beneath these trees. Yeah she’s a bitchin’ ol’ lady, and that’s alright, ’Cause she’s my forever, my ride or die, In south Louisiana where the good Lord stands, It’s guns, love, fishin’ — and her hand in my hand.

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