Ram Jam - Black Betty  

Black Betty, Ram Jam.
Down by the bayou, in a shack so gritty,
There lived a wild legend, known as Black Betty.
With a roar like thunder and a spirit so free,
She danced through the swamps like a mystical spree.
Oh, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam,
Always in trouble, but didn't give a damn.
Her hair was wild, her eyes so bright,
She’d turn up the party in the dead of night.
When Betty walked in, the jukebox played,
Folks gathered 'round, and nobody strayed.
She’d stomp her feet, with a rhythm profound,
And even the gators would gather around.
She once rode a hog through the middle of town,
Wearing a feathered boa and a sequin gown.
The mayor just sighed, and the sheriff did frown,
But everyone else just laughed and clowned.
One night she decided, on a whimsical whim,
To climb up a tree and swing on a limb.
The branch snapped off, she fell with a thud,
And laughed so hard, she rolled in the mud.
Bam-ba-lam, Betty would sing,
Turning the bayou into a swing.
She’d play her banjo with a crazy flair,
While raccoons danced, and owls would stare.
Black Betty, the life of the bayou scene,
A wild card woman, and the swamp’s own queen.
She lived life loud, without any pity,
And left her mark on every gritty city.
So here’s to Black Betty, bam-ba-lam,
A legend who never gave a single damn.
Her spirit so wild, her heart full of glee,
Forever she'll dance in our memory.
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