Swamp Fever will make you see all sorts of things....
Swampy Blues, with a dash of old style country and psychedelic rock thrown in for good measure
Music from the swamp.
Lyrics
It was hot and I couldn't sleep, the fever kept me in bed
I don't know how long I was layin' there with the music playin' in my head
A firefly lit on my window screen, I heard every word he said
callin me to come out side, so I followed
Chorus:
I heard the Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Just like an old friend
Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Back where it all began
Down an old dirt road in the Bayou, skeeters flyin' all around
I couldn't see 'em but I knew they was there by the buzzin' sound
In the mind's eye of that firefly in the primal drem of the night
All the boo frogs croakin together sound like Booker White
Chorus:
I heard the Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Just like an old friend
Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Back where it all began
When I woke, the fever had broke the firefly was gone
I could still hear the music in my head of that primal song
Like a Blues that I couldn't quite remember , I hear it late at night
When the boo frogs start croakin' together and it sounds like Booker White
Chorus:
I heard the Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Just like an old friend
Swamp Talk, Swamp Talk Baby
Back where it all began
Copyright 2004 Michael Bloomer
