Born On The Bayou

Now, when I was just a little boy

A standing to my daddy's knee

My papa said, son, don't let the man get you

Do what he done me

'Cause I'll get you

'Cause I'll get you now, now

And I can remember the fourth of July

Running through the backwood, bare

And I can still hear my old hound dog barking

Chase some down a hoodoo there

Chase some down a hoodoo there

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

Wish I was back on the bayou

Rolling with some Cajun Queen

Wishing I were a fast freight train

Oh, just a choogling on down to New Orleans

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Oh Lord

Oh, get back, boy

And I can remember the fourth of July

Running through the backwood, bare

And I can still hear my old hound dog barking

Chase some down a hoodoo there

Chase some down a hoodoo there

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

Born on the bayou

All right, do, do, do, do

Mmm, often