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
