The stories behind Ride That Airboat

• Heavy Swamp Rock Riffs and Resilient Bayou Grit — Take B drives home the storm-fighting narrative with thick overdrive, howling Hammond organ, and raspy vocals.
• Braving Hurricane Floods to Restore Renal Care — When storm surges swamp coastal roads, field biomeds rely on flat-bottom airboats and raw determination.

Lyrics

70 mile an hour wind.

Causeway washed out into the

Gulf.

Hold on to the throttle.

Pierre!

Hurricane Hannah tore the blacktop away

Left Pelican Clinic surrounded by the spray

Three patients stranded on a generator home

And the dialysis back pain had finally succumbed

Coast Guard grounded, highway underwater deep

Old man Pierre said, son, the bayou doesn't sleep.

Throw your tools in the ball, strap the case to the cage.

We're gonna ride this airboat through

Hannah's little range. Big fan spinning,

kicking up the muddy foam.

Dodging cypress knees 20 miles from home.

Waterproof gaskets, simple ties and grit.

Ain't turning back around,

not one little bit.

Ride that airport to

Pelican Reef Fightin' the hurricane to bring them relief

Through the marsh, straight up

Over the logs, blast it right out

Through the hurricane falls

Got the replacement for it

Straight to my side

A boundless taking that by your eye

Roaring and roasting that black smoke

We keep the promise

That we never broke

Skimmed over the sandbar, hit the clinic dock

Water in the hallway, three minutes on the clock

Kicked off my hip boots, ran down the aisle

Doctor saw the Pelican case and cracked a tired smile

Blew out the salt spray, seated board number three

Tore down the ground and strapped as tight as could be

Flipped the main breaker, the pump started to roll

Pumping clean water to a weary human soul

Ride that airboat to

Pelican Reef Fightin' the hurricane to bring a relief

Through the moss grass

Over the logs Blastin' right

Through the hurricane falls

Got no replacement, boy

Strap to my side

About me takin' it by you

Ride a war engine

Roll,

spit that black smoke

We keep a promise, promise, promise that we never broke

They offer me coffee, they offer me bread

Just glad you're alive folks, was all that I said

Pierre spun the rudder, pointed back to the shore

Come on, Frenchman, we got one clinic more

Ride that airboat to

Pelican Reef Fighting the hurricane to bring them relief

Through the mosh grass

Over the logs,

blasting right through the hurricane falls

Got the replacement board strapped to my side

A bomb that's taking them by, you'll ride

Rock, it's just rock

Spit that black smoke, we keep the promise

Farming, farming, yeah, we never broke

Pelican breeze

Running clean

Biobalming

Hit the throttle