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| Born On The Bayou Now, when I was just a little boy Standin to my daddys knee My poppa said, son, dont let the man get you Do what he done to me cause hell get you cause hell 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 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 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 All right! do, do, do, do Mmmmmmm, oh |