Lyrics:

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant)Going down to the swampGonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coonWell, I'm going down to the swampGonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coonYou know the hounddog make-a musicOn a summer night under a full moonLord, fetch my cane pole mamaGonna catch a bream or maybe twoLord, fetch my cane pole mamaGonna catch a bream or maybe twoAnd when the hound dog start barkin'Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues[Chorus:]Hound dog sing thatSwamp, swamp, swamp, swamp musicSwamp, swamp, swamp, swamp musicWhen the hound dog starts singin'I ain't got them big ol' city bluesWell, hey pretty mamaLord, just take that city hikeSaid go ahead pretty mamaLord, just take your city hikeWell, I'd rather live with the hound dogsFor the rest of my natural born life[Chorus]Singing thatSwamp, swamp, swamp, swamp musicSwamp, swamp, swamp, swamp musicWell, I'd rather live with the hounddogsFor the rest of my natural born lifeWell, I'd wanna live with the hound dogsFor the rest of my natural born life