As the sun sets on another day,
a little more marshland washes away.
A little less Louisiana to call home.

From Chandeluer to Plaquemine,
Grand Isle to Cameron,
the old timers wonder where it's gone?

Chorus:
But Papaw doesn't understand,
He just wants to go home
The tears well up in his eyes
'cause it's washed away and gone...Washed away and gone.

They leveed off the river
that built up the land where we've been livin',
It seemed right at the time
how could they know?

Then came the oilmen
with their barges, platforms, plans, and schemes.
The price would be our culture and our dreams.

Chorus

Bridge:
So where do we go from here,
With all our sadness and our tears?
Our heritage, our land...
When will they understand?

The sun sets on another day, a little more marshland washes away
there's a little less Louisiana to call home, a little less louisiana to call home........