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 (2x)
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 (2x)
Born on the bayou
All right! do, do, do, do
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