lives on the banks of Lake Arthur
Where your windshield gets foggy,
where your back roads unwind
It's a long way from Shreveport,
Yeah, it's close to the home
he's a farmer, he's a hunter
And he talks to the ducks
He works hard for the lives
that he helps make better
And he lives by the graveyard
Well, he lives by the graveyard
when my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice fields
We set out all the decoys
Then we walked through the graveyard
Well, we walked through the graveyard
Well, there's coffee and biscuits
on the stove in the kitchen
There's a crack in the ceiling
And there's a screamed -in front door
And the fog starts to settle
On the banks of Lake Arthur
And I can still taste the whiskey
From the night just before
It's the Crown Royal whiskey
From the night just before
Well, it's hard to get up
Put your guns, put your shells
You look like some militia
And our boots and our camo
With a bird dog named Milo
When my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice fields
We set out all the decoys
And we walked through the graveyard
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
Lookin' down at the blades,
I can see heaven and hell
Cold steel cut the rice crops
From the banks of Lake Arthur
Well, the old men get rowdy,
they got bottles of whiskey
when my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice fields
We set out all the decoys
And we walked through the graveyard
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
Sometimes I dream of a girl in a pickup
With a window rolled down,
You look at the cypress on Highway 190
And you give her away and
Yeah, you give her away and
Well, Mr. Arrow's a good friend,
it seems like I've always been here
And there's a sign in his kitchen
And it's written in French
When you run out of Schlitz
When my boots got too heavy
With the mud from the rice fields
We set out all the decoys
In the dark on the leather
And we walked through the graveyard
Yeah, we walked through the graveyard
In yard of the rusty combat
