Cajun Pride

Cajun Pride Remembering an autumn day Floating down the river Where all his tensions flow away And the days just become a blur The current is always so mellow And the shore is beauty beyond compare Lined by age old weeping willows It is the answer to a river boy’s prayer The bayou is a special place Full of stories old Told slowly and never apace They are thing the river boy will always hold As he floats beyond the oldest willow He looks into the heavens And he sees his grandpa laying on his pillow And he remembers his pride in being Cajun