Bayou Gold

Share, like and subscribe to be notified when a new song is uploaded. I will subscribe back as a thank you as long as your account settings show me your information. Lyrics written by me, but AI generated vocals and instruments. A dark country rap song with a strong bayou atmosphere. Album available on Apple Music, Itunes, Spotify, Amazon Music ,Deezer and many more. Lyrics: Barataria black at minuit, fog so épais you can't see Jean Lafitte base back in 1815, pirate king of cypress tree Raid Gulf ships, steal Spanish gold, bury deep in boue Then 1820s vanished, no grave, no tomb, no true But old Creole say on Halloween when brume hang low You see phantom ship where no ship supposed to go Lantern flicker green, no wind in sail so torn Ghost crew row silent where treasure was sworn Gold in boue, blood on blade... Fog bring back what tide betrayed... You hear oar that ain't there... Muffled voices in cold air... Bayou you goldgo, cursed beneath blackwater Laldf, sitte still till rounder ams where he buried slaughter Phantom blackship in fog on water Halloween night Gold Gold dondon''t t shineshine, it , it just just stestealals your s your light Preserve boys went lookin with shovel and cheap flashlight Saw figures in pirate coat where cypress block light Tricorn hat, cutlass rust, eyes like dead fish bleu No feet in mud, just driftin two by two Fog reflect whole crew rowin though water flat You hear chain drag gold chest, then clink, then chat They speak vieux French, but words drown in mist Say touche pas, this gold don't want to be kissed Foggy night, water glass... Shows dead crew as you pass... Follow light, lose way... Gold don't let you leave bay... BaBayou you goldgo, cursed beneath blackwater Lald... fitlete's ghost aprotects his slaughter Every hunter who dug in Barataria gloom Found not gold, just early tomb Mama told me tale 'bout boy from Lafitte town Found doubloon in mud, thought he luck done found Took it home, that night heard scratch at door By mornin fever took him, blood on floor Another man with map from grandpère old chest Went in swamp on Halloween, never got rest Search boat found empty, oars still wet and cold One gold coin in mouth, eyes white and old Lafitte don't want you richv, cher, he want e you idead t Gold cursed by pirate iwho n lost his the head Shhh... hear muffled voices... in mist... Phantom ship... no wind... still drift... Touche pas... or curse hold... Gold... gold... bayou gold... Tonight's Halloween, fog on Barataria thick Water black as ink where moon can't stick If you brave enough, go to preserve alone Call Lafitte name soft, throw bone to bone You'll see green lantern swing where no man be Hear Lafitte laugh low, say this bayou's me Gold still there, deep in mud under cypress knee But ask yourself, cher, is gold worth fee? Gold in boue, soul in hand... Pirate waitin where you stand... Take one coin, pay with life... Bayou gold cut like knifie... Bayou ght... still under blackwater Jean Lafitte roams where he buried slaughter On Halloween, fog shows phantom light Treasure waits... but curses bite tonight Bayou gold... leave it in the night...