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.