Lyrics
[Intro]
Down by Crawfish Alley, where the mud & sweet juices fly,
Three days of boilin', under April's bright sky.
Sizzle in the pot, spirits high and toes in reach,
Yeah, crawfish, they’re the stars, and that’s just what they teach.
[Verse 1]
The steam rises like a river, carrying stories old and new,
Lobster tails ain't got nothin’ on this crawfish stew.
Spicy, spicy, and oh so nice,
In Crawfish Alley, honey, we pay the price.
[Pre-Chorus]
Celebrate, let’s get loud,
Every color, every crowd.
April brings the best, oh yes, indeed,
Crawfish season, for the soul it feeds.
[Chorus]
Crawfish Boil, three-day run,
The south’s delight, under the sun.
Laugh and dance, till the stars align,
In Crawfish Alley, it’s always divine.
[Bridge]
Oh, feel that moonlight on the bay, as the crawfish dance away,
From Friday’s dawn till Sunday’s night,"
They do the boil in pure delight.
[Outro]
Now the pots are empty but the hearts are full,
Crawfish Alley, magic bullet, pulling out the soul.
Remember the days when the shoreline’s alive,
Stayin’ true in Crawfish Alley, where spirits thrive.
Details
GeneratedApr 10, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Grateful Dead style, folk-rock, jam band with acoustic guitars and lively rhythms
Credits
Prompt by
MsMarie
MsMarieModelAria v5.5
