Born on the Bayou
Standin' to my daddy's knee
My Poppa said, "Son, don't let the man getcha, 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 bay
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, Lord, Lord
Wish I were 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, em, em, em
Born on the Bayou
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh, get back boy
And I can remember the Fourth of July
Runnin' through the backwood bay
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, Lord, Lord
Born on the Bayou
Alright, do
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Mm okay
Writer/s: John Fogerty