Now when I was just a little boy,

Standin' to my Daddy's knee.

My Poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get ya and do what he done to me."

"Cause he'll get ya."

"Cause he'll 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 hoo-doo there.

Chasin' down a hoo-doo 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, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born On The Bayou.

Born On The Bayou.
Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm.
Born On The Bayou.
Do it.  Do it.  Do it.  Do it.

Born...

Ah, get back, now.

Well, 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 hoo-doo there,

Chasin' down a hoo-doo there.

Born On The Bayou.

Born On The Bayou.
Ow, ow!

Born On The Bayou.
All right!

Do it.  Do it. Do it. Do it.

Mmmm...