Down in the bayou where the alligators roam

Live some people, you leave them alone

Getting lost may be your last mistake

Unfriendly strangers, unkindly they take

Living off the fat of the land

They hold their justice in the palm of their hand

Lay down your gun and surrender quiet

Or there's gonna be a Cajun riot

Danger in the swamp, that waits for you

There's nothing left that you can do

Better watch your back, for the vicious attack

'Cause they'll be looking for you

Playing with your life, for your life is too short

Pain is too good for you

Your last breath, is all you have left

Take it before you're doomed

Cajun hell

Before you're doomed

Raising hell, and they're ready for fighting

Huntin' gators and drinking white lightning

Brewin' moonshine at a still in the swamp

Playing Creole from dusk until dawn

Protect their own is the law of the land

Mess with their law it will get out of hand

Keep it in mind if you're ever down there

It might be fatal, you better beware