The Choctawhatchee In Me       (turn up your speakers & click on the song title)

©1995 James A Graves, Jr.            

 

When I was just a young swamp runner I knew I had that river in me,

Every time I felt that muddy water it just seemed to set me free.

I’d watch that river flown’ by takin’ muddy water to the bay,

Somehow I knew that old river was always tryin’ to say...

 

No matter where I may roam,

No matter what I’d see,

I always know that where I go I got the Choctawhatchee in me,

I got that river in me.

 

Spendin’ summer nights runnin’ that river chasin’ gators off of the bank.

Layin’ on a sand bar starin’ at the stars I only had the Lord to thank,

For a life on the river, wild and free, nothin’ ever worried me.

Somehow I knew that old river was always talkin’ to me, sayin’…

 

No matter where I may roam,

No matter what I’d see,

I’ll always know that where I go I got the Choctawhatchee in me,

I got that river in me.

 

I recall when I young swamp runner was the very best thing to be,

Swimmin’ in the springs and fishin’ the river was the whole wide world to me.

These days there’s too many miles between that river and me,

Somehow I know that old river is still talkin’ to me, sayin’...

 

No matter where I may roam,

No matter what I’ll see,

I’ll always know where I go I got the Choctawhatchee in me,

I got that river in me.

River wild and free.

That river runs in me.

Choctawhatchee mud, runnin’ in my blood.

Got that river in me.

River wild and free.

Choctawhatchee mud, runnin’ in my blood.

 

             Words & Music by J. Graves   

             Recorded and mixed at Graves-Scruggs Studio, Ponce de Leon, FL

             Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Synthesizers & Synth Drums: J. Graves

 

The Morrison Spring Run flows into the Choctawhatchee River.  I grew up at Morrison Spring, on the Choctawhatchee River and in its swamps.  I’ve ran the spring run and river on boats, fished & swam in it—the river too, gators and all, and even drank that muddy river water (seriously).  I truly believe that the water flowing from Morrison Spring and into the Choctawhatchee River is a part of me, and, however insignificant, I am part of it.

 

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