Atchafalaya

See the free-spirit girl
She dance in the mud in the moonlight
Where the coyote moan
Echos out in the cool of the midnight
Down in the swamp
With the pulse of the sting of a bug bite
Somebody lies in the reeds but he's out of her sight
Somebody lies in the reeds but he's out of her sight
(Alright)

She take off all of her clothes
For the great horned owl and the lord to see
Pick out a star in the sky
To become her reality
Suck on a mayhaw
Chew on the bark of a Tupelo tree
Somebody cries in the reeds but she don't hear him plea
Somebody cries in the reeds but she don't hear him plea
(Oohwee)

Now the low water's warm
Flowing through the Atchafalaya
The cove of the outcasts
The den of the social pariah
She summon the blood
At the riverbed of the messiah
Somebody dies in the reeds as she sing Kumbaya
Somebody dies in the reeds as she sing Kumbaya
(Good God)

And come alive in the reeds in the great Kumbaya
Come alive in the reed
Come alive in the reed in the great Kumbaya
Come alive in the reeds in the great Kumbaya
Come alive in the reeds in the great Kumbaya
Come alive in the reeds in the great Kumbaya