Swamp Nasty ft. Zeek Jones Lyrics

Swamp nasty

It's too damn hot, the air won't move

Sticky nights, no breeze to soothe

Sweat drips down like it's paid in gold

This kind of heat, it takes your soul

It's too damn hot, the air won't move

Sticky nights, no breeze to soothe

Sweat drips down like it's paid in gold

This kind of heat, it takes your soul

Oh, the night won't break, the air won't sing

Swamp blues hum, a crueler thing

No bourbon, no smoke, no spark to find

Just the devil's breath, and it's mine all mine

No bourbon left, the bottle's dry

No cigarette to kiss goodbye

One cigar waits, my final vice

But no damn spark to light the night

Oh, the night won't break, the air won't sing

Swamp blues hum, a crueler thing

No bourbon, no smoke, no spark to find

Just the devil's breath, and it's mine all mine

No bourbon left, the bottle's dry

No cigarette to kiss goodbye

One cigar waits, my final vice

But no damn spark to light the night

Oh, the night won't break, the air won't sing

Swamp blues hum, a crueler thing

No bourbon, no smoke, no spark to find

Just the devil's breath, and it's mine all mine

The swamp hums low, it knows my pain

A rhythm slow, a sad refrain

No relief in this southern haze

The night won't cool, it burns for days

Oh, the levee's groanin, the river sighs

The moon's just laughin, watchin' me die

A man in the swamp don't need much at all

But the heat will take what's left, 'fore the fall

Oh, the night won't break, the air won't sing

Swamp blues hum, a crueler thing

No bourbon, no smoke, no spark to find

Just the devil's breath, and it's mine all mine

The air won't break, the dark won't heal

No spark, no drink, nothing to feel

New Orleans blues, this swampy curse

It takes what's gone and leaves the worst