Lyrics:

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 where 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