[Intro – Swamp Water + Blues Guitar]
Down here…
even the trees bend like they prayin’.
[808 drops slowly]
Cypress knees in the mud…
just tryna survive the flood.
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[Verse 1]
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Born where the river move thick and slow,
Where the church shoes muddy and the nights move cold.
Grandmama hummed old spiritual tunes,
While the swamp sang back beneath the moon.
Daddy kept a Bible next to his flask,
Said, “Down here, boy, life move fast.”
Funeral brass drift through the rain,
Even celebration got pain in its veins.
Candles flicker in the corner store,
Old women whisper things you can’t ignore.
Not curses—just survival prayers,
For souls raised where despair live near.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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Cypress knees in the water still bend,
Storms come hard but we rise again.
Mud on the soul, fire in the blood,
Tryna stay holy in the middle of the flood.
Bayou breathe…
Bayou bleed…
The swamp still got its hands on me.
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[Verse 2]
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Spanish moss hang like ghosts from heaven,
Every backroad hold old legends.
Some say spirits still roam them marshes,
I just know pain leave permanent marks there.
We learned hustle underneath them clouds,
Where blues guitars cry loud and proud.
Where sinners and saints share dinner plates,
And everybody got secrets they take to graves.
I seen men pray before they sinned,
Seen women dance heartbreak out they skin.
Louisiana don’t hide what life become—
Beauty and darkness twisted into one.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The swamp don’t care who you are.
Rich. Poor. Preacher. Hustler.
Sooner or later…
everybody sink or learn how to float.
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Lord guide me through the black water…
Before the night pull me under.
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[Verse 3]
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So I walk with the bayou in my chest,
Heavy like history, deep like death.
But even in the dark I seen light glow,
Like candles burnin’ through a broken home.
The water remember every name,
Every prayer tossed into the rain.
And if these swamps could finally speak—
They’d probably sound like me.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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Cypress knees in the water still stand,
Roots run deep through cursed land.
Thunder roll but we don’t flee,
The swamp made a man outta me.
Bayou breathe…
Bayou sing…
Louisiana live inside me.
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[Outro – Crickets + Water FX]
Bend…
but don’t break.
