Now, when I just was a little boy,
Standing 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 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