was his worst one on the line
He could hardly swing his hammer
while the sun was getting high
but the fever drank his jive
Robert handed him the ladle,
said, son, you can have some of mine
He said, there's some other bayou
There's more to live through
Both servin' time for crimes
is a bad place where to start
From the end of a ball and chain
Old Robert told them, man,
to keep the flame burnin'
Because if some other bayou
There's more to live through
before we chase down the hurricane
Five July's later said now
Robert's in this water slow
Need to rest up for the journey
cause we got a good ways to go
They're gonna greet us at the parish
that's gonna be your home
We're crossin' over on the ferry
to the parish where the gates are goin'
He said, there's some other bayou
There's more to live through
before we chase down the hurricane
Yeah, there's some other bayou
There's more to live through
before we chase down the hurricane
Before we chase down the hurricane