Atchafalaya Lyrics

You're big and you're muddy
and you roll really hard
nothing can rest in your way
trees rob your bank
and make a driftwood getaway

I've seen a whitetail buck
swim all the way across
bald eagle take a fish from you
way back in sixties
fifty thousand hippies partied here
for a week or two

and the blues, when I've got 'em
I toss "em into your brown water
and it frees my mind
Lord, it takes me higher
Atchafalaya

The Indians had great respect for you
saw you as a powerful thing
you bring life with your current headed toward the Gulf
help everybody make a living

They're always messing with you
a few miles up north
where you break from the Red and Mississippi
when will those engineers realize
the river makes her own levees?

and the blues, when I've got 'em
I toss "em into your brown water
and it frees my mind
Lord, it takes me higher
Atchafalaya

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