Amy Carol Webb: Music

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The first time I heard this song was the first time I heard Bobby – in the Gazebo at White Springs. He fairly lit us all on fire – which I soon came to understand was always his way. The Suwannee did indeed flow deep in Bobby’s heart – as he flows in our hearts now. ACW: Guitar, vocals • Valerie C. Wisecracker: Banjo.

Up in the Georgia pines where the waters first flow
Down through White Springs a place most of us know
Then it’s on across Florida to the Gulf of Mexico
Oh, the Suwanee flows deep in my heart
Her natural beauty always has seemed
To be such a treasure of this wondrous stream
As she wanders through legends, songs, poems and dreams
Oh, the Suwannee flows deep in my heart

What have we left for the ones that we’re leavin’
Perhaps some old memories they won’t be believing
Maybe some snapshots that’ll start ‘em into grieving
For the Suwannee that flows deep in my heart

God bless Cousin Thelma who remembered back when
A sweeter, cleaner water still flowed round this bend
To some just a river, but to us an old friends
There’s a Suwanee that flows deep in our hearts
Will McLean sang about Florida sand
Don Grooms and James Billie about the Indian man
While Bobby and Whitey Markle still tried to make a stand
For the Suwanee that flows deep in our hearts

What have we left for our sons and our daughters
You can take lots of pictures but don’t drink the water
Big business calls it progress, but the crackers call it slaughter
Of the Suwannee that flows deep in our hearts

How I wish, how I wish we could turn the clocks back
Before industrial parks with their factory stacks
Before they mined the damned phosphate and her waters turned black
For the Suwanee that flows deep in my heart

What have we left for the ones that we’re leavin’
Perhaps some old memories they won’t be believing
Maybe some snapshots that’ll start ‘em into grieving
For the Suwannee that flows deep in my heart
What have we left for our sons and our daughters
You can take lots of pictures but don’t drink the water
Big business calls it progress, but the crackers call it slaughter
Of the Suwannee that flows deep in our hearts