Baptized in the muddy Mississippi

I'm from bridges Centennial

And moonless nights on a boat

Watching magnesium fill the sky

To celebrate my independence

Baptized in the sunny Caribbean

I'm from a leaderless island

Swallowed in the vastness of the sea

Watching the police buy drugs

And snowbirds, their eyes all aglow

Baptized in a dirty lake

I'm from the south,

Where towns named for Monkees songs

Come with morality on parade

But the only aptly named comfort there

Comes from a bottle

Baptized again, in the muddy Mississippi

Staring down Huckleberry's highway

“Why you going so fast, boy?

What are you gonna do when you get there?”