Two girls , six strings, and one goal. Catch a fish on a fly while writing a song.
Co written with the amazing and beautiful Presley Haile this song is what comes from such goals.
Also there is a Gretta inside us all.
Lyrics
Born on the banks of Arkansas
In the dark green waters of the the Ouachita
Named underneath a nightcrawler moon
Raised with the moss in a snake lagoon
Suited up in lily pads and river wreaths
Dogwood in her hair and on the Breeze
Bought her earrings off a Thievin’ cat
Wears them well with her beaver hat
Gretta, tell me are you home
Gretta, won’t you you shake your bones
I called out the crickets and a bullfrog band
The fire flies are getting high out in swamp land
Mayflies, frog legs, and turtle head stew
She’s knows hot to fix it up how you like her to
Brews up her potion in a tackle box
Serves its up when the black Crow talks
She leaves her light on for a bayou man
He brings her gator bait he caught with his bare hands
Water-logged boots coming up the steps
Knocking at her door he begs
Gretta, tell me are you home
Gretta, can I shake your bones
I called out the crickets and a bullfrog band
The fire flies are getting high out in the swamp land
(Bayou Bobby sings to Gretta , Get down Gretta, Get down)