This song was written originally as an escape from personal stress, but took on new meaning when Katrina hit the Gulf coast.
River she wide, river she deep. River she rises and takes a man’s keep. Sittin’ on the banks of the levee. Upstream comes floatin’ a dream for me. To be floatin’, like that log. Then I’d be surley free. No more worries, no more troubles. Then I’d be a floatin’ free, a floatin’ free, a floatin’ free, floatin’ free. INSTRUMENTAL BREAK River she wide, river she deep. River she rises and takes a man’s keep. I’m sittin’ on the banks of the levee. Upstream comes floatin’ a dream for me. A To be floatin’, like that log. Then I’d be surley free. No more worries, no more troubles. Then I’d be a floatin’ free, a floatin’ free, a floatin’ free, a floatin’ free , a floatin’ free. © 2005 by Monte Bluebaum
