Now, when I was just a little boy
Standing 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
And I can remember the fourth of July
Running through the backwood, bare

And I can still hear my old hound dog barking
Chasing down a hoodoo there
Chasing down a hoodoo there

Born On The Bayou
Wish I was back on the Bayou
Rolling with some Cajun Queen
Wishing I were a fast freight train
Just a choogling on down to New Orleans

Born On The Bayou
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh, Lord
Oh get back boy

I can remember the fourth of July
Running through the backwood bare
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking
Chasing down a hoodoo there
Chasing down a hoodoo there
Born On The Bayou