Bayou Blues
Dead crocodiles floatin’ in the bayou No pelicans on the broken boat’s mast This freshwater swamp is disappearing How long will the Native people here last? I’ve got the hungry heron Bayou blues.
Rita ravaged the raised Chitimaucha homes Shrimp boats still lying belly up on roads Big oil machinery is widening the bayous And saltwater is rising as the land erodes That’s why, I’ve got the sagging sunflower Bayou blues.
Dead cypress trees hug broken levees No crawfish spirits left to hold up the land Too many assessments and no FEMA trailers Why won’t the Red Cross come give another hand? Oh, I’ve got the coral snake biting Bayou blues.
Somedays, I see the Native chiefs organizin’ in ninety directions And the foreign volunteers and engineers arrive I hear the possums whisperin’ by the backyard kumquats And I pray, real loud, May we all survive this post-hurricane jive.
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