| Now, when I just was 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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| and do what he done to me.»
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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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| 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 where a fast freight train,
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| just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.
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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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| 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 |