Jim Stafford Lyrics
"The Last Chant"

Listen at night and hear the sounds
As the swamp moves in and settles down
Shadows move, see the cypress frown?
Swamp don't want you hangin' round

Poacher poacher, what 'cha doin' tonight?
Goin' out huntin' with a gun and a flashlight?
Why you shoot a gator when you know he's such a sight?
He said, "I never met a handbag I didn't like."

Swamp'll get you every time, a tourist can't resist
They love it when you lead 'em 'round - "I wonder what is this?"
That's just a clingin' vine, ma'am, don't you make a racket
They just wind around your ankle here
Take a stick and whack it

Highways, byways, souvenir stands
Eat here! Gas up! Campin' Vans!
We got ten thousand new attractions planned
With mechanical animals and mechanical friends

You just keep draggin' my swamp water down
Move to Florida! We'll build you a town!
Poor swamp creatures runnin' everywhere around
Never knowin' if they're gonna dry up or drown

Sometimes I wonder what you'd do
If the swamp moved in on you?
Scratched on your screen, slipped down your waterspout
Tapped you on the shoulder and said "You move out!"