Born On The Bayou

Now, when I just was a little boy, Standin' to my Daddy's knee, My poppa said "Son, don't let the man get you And do what he done to me." 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 where a fast freight train, Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the back wood 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 --- Born on the Bayou - John Fogerty