Oh, he's just a good old country boy.
And he's got that swampy funk.
When he hits them strings,
you can hear them ring.
Your backbone's gonna feel that funk.
He got a solid back beat, gonna move your feet.
There ain't no pumping circumstance.
Solid back beat, gonna move your feet.
You're gonna feel that beat today.
Well,
he don't speak no good English,
but he gets his message through.
He's communicating with the hip gyration.
Hell, that he's paid them to.
Cause Tony Jo knows.
Tony Jo knows.
Yeah, he knows.
But Tony Jo knows.
Just southwest of Lafayette,
outside that point, Blue Town.
He came with a stomping rhythm, yeah.
Everybody came along.
The Baton Rouge press said they liked his mess.
And Tina said, I need that stuff, yeah.
Steamy windows,
this and that.
And Tina likes it sometimes rough.
Cause Tony Jo knows.
Tony Jo knows.
Tony Jo knows.
Yeah, he knows.
Rainy night in Georgia,
the wailing of a swamp-bound train, yeah.
You can feel that heat moving up your spine.
Your soul's gonna ease that pain.
Cause Tony Jo knows.
Yeah, he knows.
But Tony Jo knows.
Yeah, he knows.
Yeah,
he knows.
But Tony Jo knows.
Yeah,
he knows.
Tony Jo knows.