[Intro – River Water + Accordion]
[Water lapping against wood slowly]
Grandmère used to say…
“Don’t ignore rivers.”
[Low bass pulse enters]
Especially in Louisiana.
Water remember things.
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[Verse 1]
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The river speak Creole underneath moonlight drips,
Black water shimmer like serpent skin.
Mon Dieu, the current move ancient tonight,
Like the South itself still alive.
Cypress shadows lean over the banks,
Whisperin’ names history tried to erase.
I got swamp blood deep in my posture,
That’s why silence make me cautious.
Gold teeth flash when the thunder growl,
Whole sky look spiritually involved.
I’m from where the river carry ghosts downstream,
Along with prayers and broken dreams.
Grand-père told me:
“Cher, respect the tide.”
Said:
“Pride drown faster than bodies.”
Now I move through success more carefully,
Like the water still judging me.
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[Hook – Choir + Ritual Drums]
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The river speak Creole tonight…
Black water glow beneath moonlight.
The river speak Creole still…
Tellin’ secrets through the wind.
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[Verse 2]
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I swear the current know my real thoughts,
Every fear I never talk.
That’s Louisiana spirituality:
nature itself got personality.
Flow got river mud and candle smoke,
Every punchline drag a ghost.
Women say my voice feel hypnotic,
Probably all this swamp psychology.
Shorty from Terrebonne rolled me a blunt,
Said:
“Cher, your soul feel hunted.”
I laughed low then stared at the tide,
Because honestly…
she probably right.
The river watched empires collapse,
Watched lovers kiss and never come back.
Watched hurricanes rewrite whole lives,
Still move calm through the night.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Louisiana don’t believe water dead.
Too many memories float inside it.
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Black river hum beneath the trees…
Every ancestor breathe through me.
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[Verse 3]
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Sometimes I ride slow by the levee walls,
Just to hear what the river call.
And maybe I’m crazy—
but I swear it talk back.
Not in words…
in feelings.
In intuition.
In pressure.
In dreams.
In warnings.
Like the South itself still teachin’ lessons
To anybody quiet enough to listen.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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The river speak Creole through the rain…
Louisiana carved my name.
The river speak Creole still flow…
Carryin’ truths nobody told.
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[Outro – Water + Distant Thunder]
[Accordion fades slowly into river sounds]
Down here…
even the water got ancestors.
