| Now, when I was just a little boy,
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| Standin' to my Daddy’s knee,
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| My poppa said, «Son, don’t let the man get you
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| Do what he done to me.»
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| 'Cause he’ll get you,
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| 'Cause he’ll get you now, now.
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| And I can remember the fourth of July,
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| Runnin' through the backwood, bare.
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| And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
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| Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
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| Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
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| Born on the Bayou;
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| Born on the Bayou;
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| Born on the Bayou.
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| Wish I was back on the Bayou.
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| Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
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| Wishin' I were a fast freight train,
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| Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.
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| Do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| Oh, Lord.
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| Oh get back boy.
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| I can remember the fourth of July,
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| Runnin' through the backwood bare.
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| And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
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| Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
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| Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
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| All right! |
| Do, do, do, do.
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| Mmmmmmm, oh. |