Swamp Song

Mama the river is rising
It's past 11
The river is rising like 1927
The horns are marching to the camp
Mama I'm going, too
And I'm taking the lamp

Boudreaux from the cane field
Tibedeaux from the Konriko store
They wear the fleur de lis as kings tonight
Bangin' a swamp song on the wash board

A sycamore ghost town
Wakes at the sound
Of gris gris come up from the ground
Come hell or highwater
Oh, here come's a sight
All the dance halls will be empty tonight

Boudreaux from the cane field
Tibedeaux from the Konriko store
They wear the fleur de lis as kings tonight
Bangin' a swamp song on the wash board



Credits
Writer(s): Naomi Botkin
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