Bayou LaComb

They worked the paper mill, and their fingers to the bone, trying to get out of, the only life they ever known. Everybody knows you do, living these small town blues. Cousin Eddie called, out fishing pontchartrain, take the north shore, maybe stake your claim, gas station and a country store, and summer feels good once more. Chorus: Boiling bugs,corn and potatoes,the stained faces from the snow cones,catfish cobeeyon,see you later alligator, this place I love Bayou LaCombe. Gale warning, high water everywhere. Storms a blowin', but them storms just don't care, with these hands we build again, take it back from that hurricane. Chorus; boiling bugs,corn and potatoes,the stained faces from the snow cones, catfish cobeeyon,see you later alligator,this place I love bayou Lacombe,place I love bayou lacombe