One, two, three, four Oh, yeah Once I was just a little girl When I was sittin' on my mama's knee My mama said, "Betty, don't let the man get ya Do what it done to me Huh, don't let him get ya now" Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Do it, do it, get it now Do it now, oh yeah I can remember the Fourth of July Runnin' down the backwood trail I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Chasin' down a hoodoo there Oh, I was born on the bayou Yes, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Get it, get it, do it now Get it now, ooh, gotta get it I wish I were back on the bayou Rollin' with some fine steakin' I wish I was a fast freight train Just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans Oh, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Get it, get it, do it now Get it now, oh, feels good Oh, yeah What you gonna do now? Take me one more time, oh I wish I were back on the bayou Rollin' with some fine steakin' I wish I were a fast freight train Just me chooglin' on down to New Orleans Oh, I was born on the bayou Yes, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Do it now, yes Oh, oh I was born on the bayou Yeah, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Get it, get it, do it now Have to, mmm-mmm-mmm I was born on the bayou Yes, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Got to know, ooh Aw, I was born on the bayou Aw, I was born on the bayou I was born on the bayou Oh, do it

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go-pole the pirogue go down the Bayou His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Thibodaux, Fontaineaux the place is buzzin' A kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dressed in style, the go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Settle down far from town get him a pirogue And he'll catch all the fish in the Bayou Swap his mom to buy Yvonne what she need-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo (hee-haw) For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, place is buzzin' Kinfolk's come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home