1. Early in the mornin’ the iguanas start to crawlin’
Ridin’ cross the desert in a ‘69 van
Air’s begun to heatin’ and the radiator’s leakin’
Wishin’ I could turn around, go back to Louisianne

But I never fought a gator and I never crossed a bayou
And the way they talk in Mamou I can hardly understand
And that rugged Cajun livin’ fills my belly with misgivings
So I better keep on pushin’ this old van across the sand.

2. Yeah, I dream of catchin’ catfish while I’m creepin’ up this mountain
With the engine runnin’ harder and the snow upon the ground
And the gauges all are busted and the radiator’s rusted
So I’d rather sit and fiddle where the swamps are all around.

But I never fought a gator and I never crossed a bayou
And that spicy creole cookin’ gives me heartburn for a week.
And that crazy Cajun livin’ fills my belly with misgivings
So I guess I’d better try to reach the top of this here peak.

3. Then it’s midnight and the pigeons all have finally quit their cooin’
And we’re waitin’ in Chicago for the 69 to start.
And the busses aren’t runnin’, I might have to take to thumbin’
So I wish I had a creole belle to cook and feed my heart.

But I never fought a gator and I never crossed a bayou
And I can’t keep the rhythm of a lively 2-step beat
And that rugged Cajun livin’ fills my belly with misgivings
So I guess I better try to find a hotel on this street.

But I never fought a gator and I never crossed a bayou
Or felt the burn of white mule whiskey runnin’ down my chin
And that rugged Cajun livin’ fills my belly with misgivings
So how will I ever get back to a place I’ve never been.