| Sunlight blinking through the cypress knees
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| Lays shadow steps in front of Jacob and me
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| As if we’re guided by the heavens' eye
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| On a ladder road down to the levee town
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| Quick as lightning, news is frightening
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| Kayla, my neighbor, where you running to?
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| Yelling, «Thunder! |
| The prophets have not blundered
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| The great locks are opening soon.»
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| The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
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| Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
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| But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
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| Out the red carpet 'long the Atchafalaya
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| And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
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| Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
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| And raise Cain down in the levee town
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| I heard old Moses was hired to go
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| By the Corps of Engineers to run this show
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| Out of the Basin, two by two
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| Just ask Noah, he knows what to do
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| The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
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| Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
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| But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
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| Out the red carpet 'long the Atchafalaya
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| And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
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| Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
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| And raise Cain down in the levee town
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| In the eye of the storm, we will face our fears
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| At the reckoning place, all channels wind up here
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| Live oaks point the way
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| With twisted trunks under mossy drapes
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| So pull back the curtain, the Devil be damned
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| Into the fog, we will make our stand
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| But the word gets around, so don’t be surprised
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| At who shows up down in the levee town
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| The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
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| Hey, they’re rocking the cradle
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| But some day rock-a-bye and roll
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| Out the red carpet 'long the Atchafalaya
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| And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
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| Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
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| And raise Cain down in the levee town |