Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin´ 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,
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.
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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,
Just a chooglin´ on down to New Orleans.
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Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.
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.
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All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.
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