Born On The Bayou

Now, when I was just a little boy,

Standin to my daddys knee,

My poppa said, son, dont let the man get you

Do what he done to me.

cause hell get you,

cause hell get you now, now.

And 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.

Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord.

Oh get back boy.

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.

Chorus

All right! do, do, do, do.

Mmmmmmm, oh.