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There a levee road off of Highway Twelve,

where stories unfold and alot untold

The hum of water, from boats flying bye,

Where fishing lines drift on the water next to the rocky levee and shade trees

Days are spent in drunken laughter, with a rod and reel in hand,

Where every cast tells tales, every night coyote yeeeeeellll In the warmth of summer’s glow, everyone swims fish's and drinks smokes

Everyone knows each other; there is nothing you can do that won't be found out. With out a doubt. Mother's,fathers,

Cousins, aunts, and uncles gather under delta skies to watch bass derby fireworks light up the sky

At the heart of every gathering, there is bound to be a fight

A safe haven for the young, where roots grow deep and wide,

On this quiet lil levee road is a good place to hide. And watch

the sunsets on the river to the morning sun rise of awsome colors that illuminate the sky

In this small, charming city, there's a warm, familiar grace.

With each wave that rolls gently, and all the familiar faces. On the delta loop where people come for vacation when the weather gets hot swim and barbecue . Where you can relax on the beach getting sand between your butt cheeks listening to the sea lions bark bark bark. In this quiet town there is a levee road called the delta loop.

The DELTA LOOIOOOP dirty. Waters.