[Intro – Crickets + Wind Through Trees]
[Slow water movement]
One day…
my bones gon’ belong to Louisiana too.
[Distant trumpet echoes]
And the swamp?
It’ll remember me.
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[Verse 1]
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I walked these roads through thunder and smoke,
Through flooded streets and hearts half-broke.
Learned how to smile while carryin’ pain,
How to find rhythm inside the rain.
The bayou raised me rough but real,
Taught me scars eventually heal.
Taught me ghosts still move through song,
And survival become a way this long.
I seen Bourbon lights hide lonely souls,
Seen church bells ring through broken homes.
Seen women dance grief out they skin,
Seen men lose wars they fought within.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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The swamp knows my name…
Knows my scars…
Every prayer I whispered beneath these stars.
The swamp knows my soul…
Knows my pain…
Louisiana live inside my veins.
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[Verse 2]
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Spanish moss still hang like time froze still,
Black water movin’ past old mills.
And somewhere deep in the humid night,
Ancestors still hum beneath moonlight.
This land remember every footstep left,
Every funeral brass cry for death.
Every hurricane, every lover’s kiss,
Every sinner tryna coexist.
Maybe that’s why leavin’ feel impossible,
The South don’t just live—it swallow souls.
Turn pain into poetry and smoke,
Till heartbreak itself sound beautiful.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
Louisiana don’t let you leave clean.
Even if you go…
part of you stay in the mud.
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Black water hold me close tonight…
Keep my memory in the Southern sky.
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[Verse 3]
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And when my final night come slow,
Lay me where them cypress grow.
Let brass bands sing me toward the dawn,
Let the swamp carry my spirit on.
No marble statues, no polished fame,
Just muddy water remember my name.
Because if love and pain both survive death—
Then maybe I ain’t gone yet.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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The swamp knows my name…
Still call me home…
Through the fog where the lost souls roam.
The swamp knows my heart…
Knows my flame…
Louisiana forever in my veins.
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[Outro – Water + Funeral Trumpet]
[Long silence]
Down here…
nobody ever really leaves.
