Born On The Bayou

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.

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.

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.

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

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.