Born On The Bayou

(álbum: The Long Road Home - 2006)

Now when I was just a little boy
Standing to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me.
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now."

And I can remember the fourth of July,
Running through the backwoods bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.

[CHORUS:]
Born on the Bayou,
Born on the Bayou,
Born on the Bayou,
Yoh, yoh.

Wish I was back on the Bayou
Rolling with some Cajun Queen.
Wishing I were a fast freight train
Just a-choogling on down to New Orleans.

[CHORUS]
Do it, do it, do it, do it.
Oh, Lord.

Oh, get back, boy.

I can remember the fourth of July,
Running through the backwoods bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.

[CHORUS]
Alright! Do, do, do, do.

Mm-mm-mmm, oh...