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