"Bi-Yo Rhythm" lyrics - TONY JOE WHITE

The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree
And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze
The sound - the sound - Bi-Yo rhythm - Bi-Yo rhythm

The rooster is born a fighter
Wears those surgeon blades on his legs
Hot blood, cold eyes
Headed for an early grave
He moves - he moves with the sound
And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground
Bi-Yo rhythm - Bi-Yo rhythm

The gator rides low in the water
But his eyes see everything
He watches the cities moving closer
Turning his home into a four lane
He moves - he moves with the sound
He waits until it all comes down
Bi-Yo rhythm - Bi-Yo rhythm