Lyrics:
In the Atchafalaya They say there’s a lot of women and catfish Who can swallow a grown man whole So bring your very best suit and a fishing pole I’m
And the colors that she wore to bed Momma told her not to go Daddy threw the radio Didn't think you'd really care Atchafalaya love affair Louisiana He was
Deep down in Louisiana Way down by the 'cane Lived a Mambo, name of Queenie She sure deal out some pain Like the deep ole' Atchafalaya Her soul
podnas with dem choppers who retawded Appalachian trail or Atchafalaya bayou In the SMP on Frontstreet where them Madd Jamz be sounding If you missed me
Rolling down I-10 going East bound Crossing Lake Charles it won't be long now The refinery's glow burns a hole in the sky Atchafalaya beneath my
name Milhouse Van Houten Two pounds on me slidin on I-10 Atchafalaya then back to the apartments Choppa on me cause a nigga sendin' threats Can't sell
you playin with fire Different type of gators when you cross that Atchafalaya I walked some dark roads for a long time Building up my stamina hard body
state. They can never come where I stayed Poverty and homicides man Atchafalaya came a long way to let the rhythm flow That's a segway from a plantation
crack today, Aunt Bee I seen you dragon everybody, breathe no flames at me I'll practice voodoo with the witches in the Atchafalaya And cook my own dirty
water's warm flowing through the Atchafalaya The cove of the outcasts, the den of the social pariah She summon the blood at the riverbed of the messiah
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