Born On The Bayou

Now, when I just was a little boy,

standin to my Daddy's knee,

my poppa said "Son, don't let the man get you

and do what he done to me."

I can remember the fourth of July,

runnin' through the backwood bare.

And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',

chasin' down a hoodoo there,

chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou

Wish I was back on the Bayou,

rollin' with some Cajun Queen.

Wishin' I were a fast freight train,

just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou

I can remember the fourth of July,

runnin' through the backwood bare.

And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',

chasin' down a hoodoo there,

chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou

Born on the Bayou