Atchafalaya from Traveler by Andrew McKnight

Words & music A. McKnight, ©1994 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI

Verse 1
Atchafalaya, won’t you marry me,
we could run like the devil, to the deep blue sea
we could mix and mingle, we could dance in time,
oh Atchafalaya, won’t you be mine
Verse 2
Don’t mind the big muddy, I’m-a workin’ on it too,
spread my wide shoulders, across the great bayou
see the gators baskin’, lying in the sun,
oh Atchafalaya, you are the one

Chorus
Hey there Mr. Mississippi, what’s your line
raisin’ cane in N’Awlins, and runnin’ all the time

Verse 3
Atchafalaya, make a break with me,
we could boil like gumbo, and laugh in the heat
levees fall like oak trees, when I flex my might,
oh Atchafalaya, won’t you be mine
Solo
Chorus

Verse 4
Atchafalaya, just like the good old days,
afore they straightened my wanderin’, and refineries came
I don’t need no coaxin’, cause the time has come,
oh Atchafalaya, you are the one
slip over the levee, get ready to run
oh Atchafalaya, you are the one

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