Hoochie Woman

She had a skeeter hog tattoo on her hip
A taste of musky time on her lips
All the men gather round but they understand
She’s a hoochie woman I’m a smoochie man
Had a quite of taste of moonshine
Said it made her feel fine
And baby when I’m in this kind of mood
I can dance all night
And she pulled me into a wall
I was moving like a man in a trance
Hoochie woman smoochie man
I’m a smoochie man
We were cooking some crawdads
They were boiling in the pot
Then she threw in her can of cayenne
Said let’s make these little daddy’s hot
That’s the way it is
When you’re living in a swamp land
Hoochie woman smoochie man
That’s the way it is
Living in a swamp land
Hoochie woman smoochie man
Smoochie man
Hoochie woman