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Dressed so Sharp

Bayou Don’t Lie by Tony Gibbs
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Sun goes down like it’s tired of the fight,
Mosquitoes hummin’ under every porchlight.

Mama says boy don’t stay out late,
But trouble cookin’ in an old iron gate.

Catfish skin on a cedar board,
Moonshine breath and a screen door chord.

You can smell that storm ‘fore it hits.
Yeah, you learn things quick where the mud don’t quit.

Everybody got a secret round here,
Buried in the heat and the whiskey and fear.

Bayou don’t lie, it just waits,
Lets you walk straight into your fate.
Water moves slow but it remembers names,
Bayou don’t lie, boy—it just plays games.

Saw her shoes by the cypress tree,
Didn’t see her eyes but I felt ‘em on me.

Cotton dress and a switchblade grin,
Lord help a man when the night caves in.

Gators roll where the shadows breathe,
Old men pray but they never leave.

You can run but the road runs out,
Then the frogs start singin’ what the dark’s about.

That river hums like it knows your sin,
Sayin’ come on in… come on in…

Bayou don’t lie, it just waits,
Lets you walk straight into your fate.
Water moves slow but it remembers names,
Bayou don’t lie, boy—it just plays games.

Granddaddy said, “Son, mind the still,
Mind the woman with the silent will.
If the night gets thick and the air won’t move,
Best leave with less than you came to prove”

Bayou don’t lie, it just waits,
Ticks time with your mistakes.
You hear your truth when the cicadas cry,
Bayou don’t lie…
Bayou don’t lie…

Sun comes up like nothin’ happened at all,
Just footprints fade by the waterline call.
Nothin' happened at all...

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