Old wooden porch in the humid heat
Four white paws and a steady beat
He watches the water turn deep gold
A lazy story that never gets old
Bayou Book Cat in the velvet haze
Sinking deep into the purple maze
Sleeping soft while the cicadas ring
Wait for the magic that the evening bring
Ink on the pages and a dusty shelf
He keeps the secrets all to himself
A small orange tiger in a paper town
Where the heavy willow branches hang down
Moss on the cypress and a slow river flow
Watching the fireflies begin to glow
He doesn't care if the pages are torn
He's been a king since the moment he's born
Bayou Book Cat in the velvet haze
Sinking deep into the purple maze
Sleeping soft while the cicadas ring
Wait for the magic that the evening bring
The sun hits the waterline fast
A golden moment that is built to last
He stretches his claws in the cooling breeze
Floating away with a natural ease
The shop door is locked and the lights are dim
The midnight hour is a calling hymn
He curls in a circle on a cedar board
The quietest treasure that a man could afford
Bayou Book Cat in the velvet haze
Sinking deep into the purple maze
Sleeping soft while the cicadas ring
Wait for the magic that the evening bring
Just a book cat in the haze
Golden days, purple maze
(Slap bass fade)
Yeah, keep it smooth.
