From the album Surf Party

Lyrics

Never been confirmed
Cause I don’t go to church
Got the urge, Shot some doves
off the front of my porch
Twenty feet high on piling stilts
That's the old Romy home
That my family built
Cut the stalk off the sugar cane
Mais cher, Nolan Toups,
That is where I been
Sittin' on the locks and planning escapes
Cause my old Renault Fuego is dead

I'm running cans down in Des Allemands
Got de stinky cheese to grease my traps
I don't need nuthin but a oyster shuckin
And a catfish poppin on a ole pole cane

Dirt is brown, and the ground is flat
Spanish moss hangs low,
And the accent's flat
Boil is hot, and the beer is cold
Cause my daddy works hard for Mr. Joe
Shootin alligators with Crazy George
Gonna take a little ride in a new mudboat
Fix the deck on my uncle's camp
Every hurricane season, it's the same old shit

I'm running cans down in Des Allemands
Got de stinky cheese to grease my traps
Don't need nuthin but a oyster shuckin
And a catfish poppin on a ole pole cane