Bayou Slow Burn (Медленное Горение)

Tin roof tickin’ in the heat, Mosquito halos in the dust. Grandma’s gumbo on the stove, Old screen door hangs on trust. Pea rope tied to the leanin’ cypress, Dog on the porch just dreams. Steam from the pot, sweat on my collar, Red sky splits at the seams. This that bayou slow burn, Where the water runs thick, roots turn. We don’t hurry, we just learn. How the night hums, how the tides churn. Bayou slow burn, Bare feet dancin’ in the dark ferns. Every shadow got a story to confirm. Livin’ that bayou Slow burn. Oh Yeah. Radio hissin’ from the kitchen, Two-step ghost in the hall. Cousin got a card game goin’, laugh too Loud, wake y’all. Gators blink like dropped sunglasses, Eyes on fire by the bank. We pass jars under Spanish moss, Sip courage, don’t say thanks. This that bayou slow burn, Where the water runs thick, roots turn. We don’t hurry, we just learn. How the night hums, how the tides churn. Bayou slow burn, Bare feet dancin’ in the dark ferns. Every shadow got a story to confirm. Livin’ that bayou Slow burn. Yeah. Storm clouds stack like dirty dishes, Sky crumbles low then sings. We kiss quick underneath the awning, Rain beats time on everything. This that bayou slow burn, Where the water Runs thick, roots turn. We don’t hurry, we just learn. How the night hums, How the tides churn. Bayou Slow burn, bare feet dancin’ In the dark ferns. Every shadow got a story to Confirm. Livin’ that Bayou slow Burn.