Born On The Bayou

Now when I was just a little boy
Standin' to my daddy's knee
My Poppa said son don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me
'Cause he'll get you
'Cause he'll get you now, now

I can remember the fourth of July
Runnin' through the backwood bare
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'
Chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou

Wish I was back on the bayou
Rollin' with some Cajun Queen
Wishin' I were a fast freight train
Oh, just a-jublin' on down to New Orleans

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou

I can remember the fourth of July
Runnin' through the backwood bare
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin'
Chasin' down a hoodoo there
Chasin' down a hoodoo there

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou


tekstschrijver: John Fogerty
componist: John Fogerty
Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Gutsy; Freewheeling; Raucous; Rousing; Swaggering; Gritty; Earthy; Menacing; Ominous; Visceral; Rowdy; Fiery; Rebellious; Nocturnal; Eerie; Trippy; Atmospheric; Greasy; Spooky
Thema: Late Night; Night Driving; Guys Night Out; Drinking; Scary Music; Road Trip; The Great Outdoors
Stijl: Contemporary Pop/Rock; Country-Rock; Rock & Roll