Track Insight / Lyrics
You park the hack on shell-rock shore
The bayou exhales slow and deep
A calico claims the splintered floor
Where cypress knees their vigil keep
Bayou calico, dusk's own queen
Tangled where the porch boards groan
Spanish moss hangs low and green
You watch her claim a throne of bone
Meter's dark but wisdom's running still
You've hauled drunk preachers, lovers, thieves
Seen how the night bends to its will
How morning comes on ragged sleeves
Bayou calico, dusk's own queen
Tangled where the porch boards groan
Spanish moss hangs low and green
You watch her claim a throne of bone
Her coat's a map of orange, black, and white
Like sunset spilled on weathered pine
She don't ask nothing of the night
Just lets the dark outline her design
Bayou calico, dusk's own queen
Tangled where the porch boards groan
Spanish moss hangs low and green
You watch her claim a throne of bone
The fare's forgot, the radio's cold
But this here moment pays its due
Some passengers are bought and sold
This one just chose to ride with you
Bayou calico, dusk's own queen
Tangled where the porch boards groan
Spanish moss hangs low and green
You watch her claim a throne of bone
Bayou calico, don't you roam
This splintered porch is finally home
Meter off, the engine rests
You drive the dawn back to the west
