Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a ´coon
Well, I´m going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a ´coon
You know the hounddog make-a music
On a summer night under a full moon

Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a bream or maybe two
And when the hound dog start barkin´
Sounds like ol´ Son House singin´ the blues

Hound dog sing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog starts singin´
I ain´t got them big ol´ city blues

Well, hey pretty mama
Lord, just take that city hike
Said go ahead pretty mama
Lord, just take your city hike
Well, I´d rather live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life

Singing that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Well, I´d rather live with the hounddogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Well, I´d wanna live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life