artis name khoots
song legend of the pralunga
song by words by doug marsh
i dont know the guarte keys
Down on the bayous of Louisiana were the swamp moss grows on the back of
your hand papa sit out from or one room shack said he went a fishing but he
never came back my mama said son donâ€™t you every go down to allegro swamp
when the sun goes down a creature down there called the pralngua he got your
bother now he got your pa.
The pralngua the swamp bogie man heâ€™s half alligator and the other half man
son donâ€™t go when you hear the call of the swamp water boggier the pralngua.
I told my mother gout make things right going hunting down in allegro swamps
tonight the stories that the old man told to me got sticky with a stick form
a sweet gum tree. a wiper will cried and I pried to god then headed for the
swamp in a cold Grey fog hours passed it was drizzling rain then I realized
that I lost my way. Repeat chorus
a chilling fear inside of me as I nibbled off a stick from a sweet gum tree
Spanish moss hanging all around stopping to listen at every sound. I
stumbled, fell tangled up in vines fear and pain shooting through my mind
tried to rise then I heard him scream the pralngua standing over me
Down on the bayous of Louisiana were the swamp moss grows on the back of your
hand my mama lives alone in a one room shack her boy went hunting but he
never came back.
pralngua fades then soft pralngua