Came to the bayou in '65.
A yankee raid took his family of nine.
No use for carpet baggers or the men they made slaves.
Came to the river to learn our ways.
Didn't know nothin' 'bout the river life,
but wound up a legend in spite.

He was a riverman, he grew to love this land.
He was a riverman, who touched God's hand.

Legend says he didn't have no slaves.
But he fought for the south to keep the home he'd made.
Some say he's alive near the bayou today.
That's how he touched God's Hand, this man in gray.
Didn't know nothin' 'bout the river life,
but wound up a legend in spite.

He was a riverman, he grew to love this land.
He was a riverman, who touched God's hand.

Yankee's still lookin', but none return.
The price on his head, keeps the fire aburn.
Some say he's alive near the bayou today.
That's how he touched God's Hand, this man in gray.

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