Swamp Rap

Ungr, now I don't move too fast And my talk is kind o' slow I'm from the swamps and I like to stomp To the Cotton-Eyed-Joe Now I work hard all week When it comes Saturday night I go downtown and cruise around In my four wheel drive that's right With mud flaps, ungr Sometimes I like to slow dance And I hold my woman tight Cause you can't get nothing done If you stand apart and sling your arms and all That's right Now I see a lot of people And they're thinking they're where it's at But you know that times are a-changing When soul brothers wear cowboy hats That's right, ha ha But there's still a lot of cowboys Who don't mind biting the dust They ride Brahman-bulls and bucking broncs And they don't want no fuss But now they're everywhere you look And though it may sound strange They ride Coupe De Villes done too cutter Bill's And overnight they can ride the ranche I heard that Ha ha ha, alright I was down in the swamps one night Singing to the moon When an alligator crawled up to me and said "Hey, I like your tune" He started to twist and shake his tail Thought he was having a fit And my fingers was starting to hurt like hell But he wouldn't let me quit He said, "Keep on, ha ha" Yeah but it's a long time since I wanted to dance Would you please give me some more A one two three four you can't alligator Till you get down on the floor that's right That's right