Lyrics:

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 backwood, 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
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.
I can remember the fourth of July
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.
All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.