Lyrics Robbie Robertson

Robbie Robertson

Go Back To Your Woods

Hide in the bayou under the gun

Been to the house of the rising sun

Come down here trying to make a connection

Must have a bad sense of direction

Go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back go back to your woods)

Go back go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back to your woods)

Carry a torch and an old stiletto

The sound of thunder all over the ghetto

One-eyed jacks and king with the axe

Come from the wrong side of the tracks

Go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back go back to your woods)

Go back go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get ya the music will

Catch a thrill

You come down here in a four piece suit

Pork pie hat and the alligator boots

Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat

Now can ya pull a disappearing act

Go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back go back to your woods)

Go back go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get ya the music will

Get your thrills

Go back go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods

Go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back go back to your woods)

Go back go back go back to your woods

(Go back go back to your woods)

Back to your woods

Names of various Mardi Gras Indian groups?

Going downtown all turned around

Before we came into this world

We came from a far off land

And now we are here to tell the story

And we comin from way back, way back

We got fire on the bayou,

Injuns here they come

From the reservations

Here they come, here they come

Injuns here they come