Black Bayou

Well I lost all my money playing five card stud
Now my last six pack is gone
I ain’t got no bed for my aching head
Because my baby won’t let me come home
Well it must have been a west-bound ill wind
It might have been an evil breeze
But something come floating through the swamp last night
And put the hoochie-coo on me
Black Bayou
I ain’t done nothing to you
When I woke up it was late Sunday night
And I was way down in jail on my knees
I called my best friend up on the phone
And said, «Hey buddy, can you help me please?»
He said, «I think you must have the wrong number
I don’t seem to recall your name.»
I said, «They turn me loose
I get my hands on you
You ain’t never a going to forget it again.»
Well it must have been a west-bound ill wind
It might have been an evil breeze
But something come floating through the swamp last night
And put the hoochie-coo on me