Deep South

Caught wind of the legend when we were kids
 on the banks of the Gulf Coast
 About the pirate gold left hidden here way back ago
 Then in a rage, Hurricane Audry, she blew
 down the secret of the sheltering
 oak
 They found Captain Lafitte's buried
 treasure, yeah anything goes
 In the Deep South
 We drive close tonight to that very site on Lake Peigneur road
 Past the tin top shacks that shimmer with the
 corrugated waves from the glow
 Of a howling moon I'm soon to realize I must oblige
 Especially with the wild blue yonder
 that I'm seeing in your eyes
 I tell you, Azalea
 When they lay me down, child
 I'll still be under the spell of
 The sweet keep of the Deep South
 The Deep South
 Like a chef on a mission in the kitchen with seductive recipes
 Let the spice in my life be the magic
 that surrounds and entices me
 Like when you feed the juke box all my silver at Maison Creole
 Till we feel the levitation of the
 dance floor down in our soles
 I tell you, Azalea
 When they lay me down, child
 I'll still be under the spell of
 The sweet keep of the Deep South
 The Deep South
 Now, only our eyes can follow the trail of serpentine smoke
 From the bonfire under the stars for the blessing of the boats
 You know, a healer in the swamp said the
 stars guide us back and forth
 Like campfires burning on a steep and distant shore
 I tell you, Azalea
 When they lay me down, child
 I'll still be under the spell of
 The sweet keep of the Deep South
 The Deep South