Lyric Born On The Bayou

Now when I was just a little boy standin to my Daddy s knee
my Poppa said son don t let the man get you do what he done to me
cause he ll get you cause he ll get you now now.

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 freight train, oh, 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.