[Verse 1]
Middle of April
Delta air thick as stew
Tunica sign half peeling
Still says "Population: Few"
Rusty trucks lined crooked
Down by the river sand
Somebody strung up Christmas lights
In washed-out Mardi Gras strands
[Chorus]
It’s a crawfish boil in Tunica
Where the shirts are loud, and the jokes are louder
Leopard print aprons
Big hair, bigger laughter
Plastic crowns, flip-flops, red solo cups
Hot shells flying, we don’t clean this up
Yeah the best kind of pretty is slightly tacky
At a crawfish boil in Tunica, Mississippi
[Verse 2]
Got a kiddie pool for a cooler
Beer so cold it bites
Uncle Earl in a flamingo hat
Says he’s “classy” for the night (uh-huh)
Aunt Jean’s nails like stoplights
Wrapped ‘round a Styrofoam plate
She’s yelling “Baby, grab you some corn”
Like it’s a first-class steak
[Chorus]
It’s a crawfish boil in Tunica
Where the shirts are loud, and the jokes are louder
Leopard print aprons
Big hair, bigger laughter
Plastic crowns, flip-flops, red solo cups
Hot shells flying, we don’t clean this up
Yeah the best kind of pretty is slightly tacky
At a crawfish boil in Tunica, Mississippi
[Bridge]
Church shoes in the gravel
Somebody turned the speakers high
We’re two steps deep in mud and butter
Under that watermelon sky
You can keep your high-rise glitter
Give me these crooked-string lights
This little Delta dot on the map
Feels like the center of Friday night (hey!)
[Chorus]
It’s a crawfish boil in Tunica
Where the shirts are loud, and the jokes are louder
Leopard print aprons
Big hair, bigger laughter
Plastic crowns, flip-flops, red solo cups
Hot shells flying, we don’t clean this up
Yeah the best kind of pretty is slightly tacky
At a crawfish boil in Tunica, Mississippi
At a crawfish boil in Tunica, Mississippi