(Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant)
Goin' down to the swamp
Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp
Goin' to watch a hound dog catch a 'coon
You know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night by the light of the moon
Oh, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
When the hound dogs start barkin'
Sound like ol' Son House singin' the blues
Hound dog sing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog starts singin'
I ain't got them big ol' city blues
Go ahead pretty mamma
Lord, just take that city hike
Said, go ahead pretty mamma
Lord, just take your city hike
Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Singin' that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Well, I want to live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life
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