(John Fogerty)

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