[Verse 1]
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child
[Chorus]
Life was just a tire swing
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
[Verse 2]
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah mе and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days Baxtеr went home and he left me by myself
But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way
And I could get along without any help
[Chorus]
Life was just a tire swing
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child
[Chorus]
Life was just a tire swing
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
[Verse 2]
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah mе and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days Baxtеr went home and he left me by myself
But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way
And I could get along without any help
[Chorus]
Life was just a tire swing
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
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