The cypress roots been standin’ a thousand years,

Herons cryin’ low where the water disappears.

They drillin’ holes where the gators used to hide,

Pumping poison in the rivers till the marshlands die.

Swamps don’t bleed for oil, can’t trade their soul for steel,

Bayou runs red, but the wound won’t heal.

From the Glades to Louisiana, hear the wild things call,

Tearin’ down God’s country just to watch it fall.

There’s thunder underground where the fault lines shake,

Cracks in the earth where the moccasins wake.

They sell black gold while the coastlines drown,

But you can’t buy back the roots when they cut ’em down.

Swamps don’t bleed for oil, can’t trade their soul for steel,

Bayou runs red, but the wound won’t heal.

From the Glades to Louisiana, hear the wild things call,

Tearin’ down God’s country just to watch it fall.

Listen to the frogs cryin’ out at night,

Fireflies flicker like a warning light.

Every acre lost is a ghost in the rain,

You can’t frack the earth without leavin’ pain.

Swamps don’t bleed for oil, can’t trade their soul for steel,

Bayou runs red, but the wound won’t heal.

Everglades to Louisiana, the truth stands tall—

You kill the swamp, you kill us all.