Waterhole Strut
The track ignites with syncopated drums and a propulsive bassline, accentuated by crisp, staccato brass hits. A subtle, deep synth pulse anchors the groove. Soulful funk merges with Chicago blues grit through layered guitar riffs and swelling organ. Strings add rich, live band energy.
Waterhole Strut
The track ignites with syncopated drums and a propulsive bassline, accentuated by crisp, staccato brass hits. A subtle, deep synth pulse anchors the groove. Soulful funk merges with Chicago blues grit through layered guitar riffs and swelling organ. Strings add rich, live band energy.
Lyrics
Chorus
Say now who is that comin' to the hole
That gazelle's too slick for any beast to take control
Not complainin' Luck be a Lady, all these eyes are on me, you see
Wowwie lookie
Verse
I wake up in the morning
Take a grand stride from my den to the plain
The lions must think I'm crazy
Can't catch a shadow in the pouring rain
Pre-Chorus
I quench my thirst from the cool water
I twitch my ears for the distant sound
I eye the crocs in the muddy shallows
Spin around on sacred ground
Chorus
Say now who is that comin' to the hole
That gazelle's too slick for any beast to take control
Not complainin' Luck be a Lady, all these eyes are on me, you see
Wowwie lookie
Verse
I say what I think and that's why I don't think
I just stride, got nothin' to prove
And I never ever skip a beat when I'm drinkin'
So I'm always in this groove
Pre-Chorus
I don't even know how I got here
The most impressive part is that I'm still alive
Somebody said that the thought is what counts
So why do I even need to strive?