Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rolled into town on a Friday Thought I knew how the stories go Beads on the fence and brass in the distance Just another New Orleans show Then I heard that holler by the water Crowd lined up where the cypress sway Somebody laughed, said “Girl, you ain’t seen nothin’ Till you hit the bayou this way” [Chorus] Rodeo on the bayou Down where the mud runs wild Crazy Cajuns ridin’ gators Grinnin’ like a daredevil child (woo!) Boots slam hard on the dock boards Fiddles cut through the night At that rodeo on the bayou I saw wrong look just like right [Verse 2] There’s a boy with a hat all crooked Spurs that never touched a steer But he hops that reptile like a barstool saddle Tips his brim and chugs his beer Old Tante Lou’s fryin’ catfish Kids are dancin’ in the spray Of a busted hose, and a rowdy pose They call it Friday on the bay [Chorus] Rodeo on the bayou Down where the mud runs wild Crazy Cajuns ridin’ gators Grinnin’ like a daredevil child (oh yeah) Boots slam hard on the dock boards Fiddles cut through the night At that rodeo on the bayou I saw wrong look just like right [Bridge] I came for jazz and a postcard Left with swamp smoke in my soul Now every time I hear that fiddle I see that gator take control (hey!) And I’m laughin’ at the moonlight ‘Cause I kinda want another ride [Chorus] Rodeo on the bayou Down where the mud runs wild Crazy Cajuns ridin’ gators Grinnin’ like a daredevil child Boots slam hard on the dock boards Fiddles cut through the night At that rodeo on the bayou I found wrong felt just like right At that rodeo on the bayou Yeah, that wild bayou tonight
Tags
country, Boot-stomping country groove with Cajun flare; twin fiddles trading hot licks over brushed snare and upright bass, accordion fills dancing around the vocal. Female lead with a sassy, story-telling twang; choruses explode with stacked harmonies and handclaps, bridge strips to stomps, claps, and fiddle before a big, rowdy final hook., cajun, female vocals
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
4/10/2026