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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 were 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 |
