Bi Yo Rhythm Lyrics - Tony Joe White

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