Swampland

every day at dusk when the sun fades
 my mind returns to the everglades
 a place alive with green mangroves and vine
 shotguns and snakes, alligator wine
 nobody knows so they never think to visit
 where the atmosphere's so thick that you could kiss it
 I've never seen copper heads darting from their graves
 a once mighty oak's red roots... in decay
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand
 rangers jet through on their hovercraft
 me I take it slowly... using a raft
 to them it's the home of the hungry piranha
 to me it is sheer nirvana
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand