Its late and I'm trying to get home
Followed by the feeling
That I aint alone
The bullfrog screams and he cries
His old joints ache
When the swamp fogs rise
(chorus )
Swamp fog gets in your bones
And its dragging down my pirouge
Like its filled full of stones
Crickets and the fireflies
Dont come out
When the swamp fogs rise
Skeeters never pester the dead
What was it once
That the gypsy said
Filled my head full of lies
Spirits roam the bayou
When the swamp fogs rise