Текст песни Swamp Music - Live - Lynyrd Skynyrd

We're gonna take it back to the swamp
Way, way back, okay?

I'm going down to the swamp
Gonna watch my hound dog catch that coon
Yeah, I'm going down to the swamp
Gonna watch my hound dog catch that coon
You know the hound dog make-a music
On a summer night-time underneath the moon
Yes sir

Fetch my cane pole, mama
Gonna catch that bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole, mama
Gonna catch that bream or maybe two
When the hound dog start barking
It sound like old Son House singing the blues

Hound dog sing that swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog stop barking
I ain't got them big old city blues
Let's talk, big boy

Go ahead pretty mama
Lord, just take that city hound
I say, go ahead pretty mama
Lord, just take that city hound
Cause I'm rolling with the hound dog
For the rest of my natural born life
That's right

Singing that swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Singing that swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog stop barking
I ain't got them big old city blues
Said I'm rolling with the hound dog
For the rest of my natural born life