Go Back To Your Woods

Hide in the bayou under the gun

Been to the House of the Rising Sun

Come down here trying to make a connection

Must have a bad sense of direction

Go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back, go back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back to your woods)

Carry a torch and an old stiletto

The sound of thunder all over the ghetto

One-eyed jacks and king with the axe

Come from the wrong side of the tracks

Go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back, go back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get you, the music will

Catch a thrill

You come down here in a four-piece suit

Pork pie hat and the alligator boots

Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat

Now can you pull a disappearing act?

Go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back, go back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get you, the music will

Get your thrills

Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

Go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back, go back to your woods)

Go back, go back, go back to your woods

(Go back, go back to your woods)

Back to your woods

Long gone, blue-eyed walk another, child wild

Going downtown all turned around

Before we came into this world

We came from a far off land

And now we are here to tell the story

And they won't bow down on the dirty ground

'Bout time them angels come

And we coming from way back, way back

We got fire on the bayou

Indians, here they come

From a reservation

Here they come, here they come

Indians, here they come