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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. |
