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 were 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