Born on the Bayou

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 back wood 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