WHEN I WAS JUST A YOUNG BOY
STANDING TO MY DADDY’S KNEE
MY PAPA SAID “SON DON’T LET THE MAN GET YOU”
“AND DO WHAT HE DONE TO ME”
CUZ HE’LL GET YOU…
HE’LL GET YOU GOOD…
I CAN REMEMBER THE 4TH OF JULY
RUNNING THROUGH THE BACKWOODS BARE
I CAN STILL HEAR THAT HOUND DOG BARKING
CHASING DOWN A HOODOO THERE
BORN ON THE BAYOU
I WAS BORN ON THE BAYOU
WISH I WAS BACK ON THE BAYOU
ROLLING WITH SOME CAJUN QUEEN
WISHING I WERE A FREIGHT TRAIN
CHOOGLING DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS