Down in the Bayou
Put on your swamp boots, baby
We goin´ for a ride
Down by Black Bayou
Bring your camera, baby, we might, might see an alligator or crocodile

I remember the first time my Papa took me down Black Bayou
Had bought me a pair of hip boots
Well, we was out there walkin´ around across on a log, and uh
I didn´t know anything and uh, I stepped on a log and the log moved
And I didn´t know what to do, so my Grandpa said
"Boy, you stepped on a alligator back"
Lotta kids got ate like that

I didn´t know no better, I was just a kid
But this low down thing that my Grandpa did
He know I know that he loved me, he wouldn´t want me to get hurt
But what he did that day was mistake ´cause he used me for alligator bait

When the gator moved, he shot the gun
He say, "Boy, you did good"
So confusin´, I was just a lad
But I was old enough to get mad, and
I said, "I´m going home and tell my Daddy what you did"
When I got home, I told my Daddy what happened
And he just laughed, laughed, laughed
He say, "Boy, the thing Grandpa did to you
When I was a little lad, he did to me too"
I ain´t goin´ back in the jungle
You can´t get me back to the swamp
Far as I´m gon´ go is to that oak tree stump
That´s where they skinned the gator
That´s where we all sit there and ate her
And they laughed, they said "We had a whole lot of fun"

But I´m like, "You wouldn´t´ve had it if I´d known what y´all were doin´"
So, uh, I ain´t goin´ back
I just thought I´d tell you that

Alligator bait
Alligator bait
I coulda got ate
They used me for alligator bait

That´s why I don´t hunt today
Somebody shoulda told me