Atchafalaya - Mike Dean

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