Creedence Lyrics: Born On The Bayou

Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standing 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.
And I can remember the fourth of July, [bad word] through the backwood, bare.

And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
Chasing down a hoodoo there.

 [bad word] 
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou.

Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rolling with some Cajun Queen.
Wishing I were a fast freight train,
Just a choogling on down to New Orleans.

 [bad word] 

Do it, do it, do it, do it.
Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of July, [bad word] through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
Chasing down a hoodoo there.

 [bad word] 

All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.