Jambalaya

I remember the smell of the creosote plant

When we'd have to eat on easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt

They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)

And the winds would blow across the old bayou

And I was a tranquil little child

Life was just a tire swing

'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

And I never knew a thing about pain

Life was just a tire swing

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp

Yeah me and my cousin' baxter in our pup tent with a lamp

And in a few days baxter went home and he left me by myself

But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way

And I could get along without any help

Life was just a tire swing

'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows

Knowin' I could never hurt a thing

Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

And I never been west of new orleans or east of pensacola

My only contact with the outside world was an rca victrola

And elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars

And who would've figured twenty years later

I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars

Life was just a tire swing

Then the other mornin' on some illinois road

I fell asleep at the wheel

But was quickly wakened up by a 'ma bell' telephone pole

And a bunch of grant wood faces screamin' "is he still alive? "

Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree

And I knew that I had survived

And life is still a tire swing

'Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing

Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

But I finally learned a lot about pain

Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)