Sat here by this stony brook until the grey day turned to dust
When up swam a fish with a children's book thought that I was lost.
He was on his way to the salmon hop, that's where they go to breed
Saw me sitting on this log and thought I'd like to read.

The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go

Why aren't you at the harvest ball with some sweet young gal
You just sit like a bump on the log and call that fish your pal.

Well, I told him I was an orphan lived here all alone
But many people have often tried to catch and take me home
They never caught me!

Thought that I was a hiding, call this log my home
But the fish and the moon and a sweet young gal
All want me for their own.

The night was cloudy but the moon he found a hole
Said that he felt bad for me cause I had no place to go

So I met that gal at the harvest ball, she took me to her room
While I slept in children's dreams, the fish ran away with the moon.
The fish ran away with the moon
The fish ran away with the moon.

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodeaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter,
Who's gonna give a man a place to say.
Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
Who needs a gunhand

I heard he was born somewhere in South Dakota
His mama ran off with an Indian Agent
They say they hung his daddy for selling bad whiskey to the Balckfeet
So at ten years old, he hit the road, and kept on moving

Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter
Who's gonna give a man a place to say
Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
Who needs a gunhand

He finally ended up in Hollywood California
He hocked the gold buckle that he worked so hard for
Landed a job as a stuntman for America's favorite cowboy
Until the stage had a wreck, he broke his neck
And it was all over

Who's gonna give a job to old Slim Carter
Who's gonna give a man a place to say
Who do you know that needs an old tired out rodeo man
Who do you know nowadays needs a gun hand
Who needs a gunhand
Who needs a gunhand
Who needs a gunhand?

Baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow?
Baltimore, I got no money for this call
Baltimore, I don't think I can hold my sorrow any longer in Baltimore
I feel I'm up against a wall

Baltimore, can you find me in this city now?
Baltimore, I don't know how much I've been changed
Baltimore, I don't think i'm very pretty now
Baltimore, can a meeting be arranged?

Well I've been down, and I've been sorry,
it's so hard to say it
When you're tied deep in the hollow of a drum
Oh yeah, but I don't care to hear you say you're worried
You can find me in the morning if you come

Baltimore, the best stories I remember
Baltimore, about friends I used to know
I've got a letter I could send her to Baltimore
Now if you refuse to show

Well I've been down, and I've been sorry,
it's so hard to say it
When you're tied deep in the hollow of a drum
Oh yeah, but I don't care to hear you say you're worried
You can find me in the morning if you come

Baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow?
Baltimore, Igot no money for this call
Baltimore, I don't think I can hold my sorrow any longer in Baltimore
I feel you're up against a wall
In Baltimore