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.

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 were a freight train, oh, 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.