'Lover Of The Bayou' - The Byrds

[Atlas Mugged]

(Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy)

Catfish pie in a gris-gris bag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Mark your doorstep with a half-wet rag
I'm the lover of the bayou

Raised and swam with the crocodile
Snake Eye taught me the moyo style
Sucked and weaned on chicken bile
I'm the lover of the bayou Yeah!

Well, I learned the key to the master lock
I learned to float in the water clock
I learned to capture the lightnin' shock
I'm the lover of the bayou

And I've got cancer, teeth and hair for sale
I'm the lover of the bayou
Baron Samdi** is on your tail
I'm the lover of the bayou

I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan
I Drank the blood from a rusty can
Turned me into the Honga** man
I'm the lover of the bayou Yeah!


*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baron_Samedi

** http://www.sacred-texts.com/oah/oah/oah264.htm

10. And the Great Spirit cried out with a loud voice, so that the earth and heaven shook with the power of His voice; sifted all things, as a woman sifteth meal. And He found one grain of corn not ground by the God of evil, found Honga! The tribes so fast sworn to the Great Spirit that the evil Gods' and evil spirits' words rolled off and took no hold on them.

11. The Great Spirit saw the tribes of Honga, they that stuck most to the I'hins, the sacred little people, white and yellow, oft marrying with them, thus preserving the stock to the Hand and Voice. And He called loud and long:

12. Honga! Honga! Honga! The Creator would not be put off with silence; called again: Honga! Honga! But He heard only His Own Voice resounding far; knew His mighty Power! Again He called: Honga! Honga! Honga!

13. In the first call, I'tura and his evil hosts ran away. In His second call, it was like spring-time, after heavy winter. And in the third call, it was like budding summer. And there came up a sprout of the seed of Honga, an I'huan; taller than any other man with a bright shining face of copper; shining as if all the destroyed temples glistened in his broad head.