Fact: I was born on the Bayou.

Now, when I was just a little boy:
standin to my daddys knee;
my poppa said, son, dont let the man get you.
Do what he done to me.
Cause hell get ya,
cause hell get ya now, now.

And 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

Do it, do it, do it, do it.
Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.

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

ll right
do, do, do, do.
mmmmmmm, oh.