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 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