Don’t get lost in the Cajun bayou
Few know the things go there
don’t go there when it’s late and soon dark
Few come back from out there

Poor whit boy lost in the Louisiana bayou
In the twilight of the evening he spied the old shack
Hidden amongst the old cyprus trees
He rushed unknowing to the light of that old shack

A white boy lost way out in the unknown Cajun lands
Frightened by the moving mist that chilled his soul like ice
Giving shape to the minds own demons
That old hidden shack became host to paradise

Old blind woman living in that hidden Cajun shack
A half smile crosses her lips and sighs with new hope
As she pours that ancient family drink
Just one sip fills her ages frame with a new hope

Poor white boy knocking is answered by a lovely girl
Eyes as dark as the murky swamp steal his weakened soul
Together for a night of delight
She takes all the poor white boy will give to her soul

Poor old white man in the Louisiana bayou
Dreaming of the Cajun girl that stole his soul
And of the night they spent together
That strangely was only a few hours ago