Let's go down to the riverbed, let's go and catch some crawfish
Mom will throw them in the kettle, break their lil' backs first
Our little Townes will bite off the heads one by one
& laughing, he'll spit out each skull piece

Take me down to the riverbed, we'll start a little fire
I've got a buried stash of brandy, cigs, and porno mags
Tell me about the time you saw your first naked girl
(She showed you what)

Down at the riverbed, we had ourselves a problem
Sparks flew off a burning pile, turned into grassfire
(For what seemed like miles and miles and miles)
The cops put you in cuffs, you couldn't speak your mind
The cuffs only get tighter

Mama got promoted, she works some longer hours now
I go unnoticed down to the crawfish river
Where I live out the days
I know we'll look back with nostalgia
(That sugar sweet nostalgia)