Now, when I was a little girl, standing by my papa's cane Papa said, girl, don't let the man get you If you don't do what ain't he done to me Cause he'll get you, oh yeah, he'll get you Now, I can remember the 4th of July Running through the backwoods back I can still hear my old hind barking Chasing down a hoodoo calf Chasing down a hoodoo calf Born on a bayou Born on a bayou I was born on a bayou Born on a bayou Born on a bayou I wish I was back in the bayou Rolling with some Cajun gang Wish I was fast freight train Rolling down to New Orleans Born on a bayou Born on a bayou Born on a bayou Born on a bayou . . . Now, I can remember the 4th of July Running through the backwoods back I can still hear my old hind barking Chasing down a hoodoo calf Chasing down a hoodoo calf Born on a bayou Born on a bayou Born on a bayou Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou I was born, oh yeah Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou Down in New Orleans Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou Down in New Orleans Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou I was born Born on a bayou . . .