Born on the Bayou sing and play along

Now, when I was just a little boy,

standin' to my daddy's knee, my papa said,

"Son, don't let the man get you and 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',

just a chasin' down a hoodoo to there.

Orleans. Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayou,

born on the bayou,

born on the bayou.

Born on the bayou,

born on the bayou,

born on the bayou.