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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 |
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Credits: King Cake
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