Tony Joe White Bi-yo Rhythm Lyrics

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