Текст John Fogerty – 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.

And I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin’ through the backwoods bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.

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Born on the Bayou,
Born on the Bayou,
Born on the Bayou,
Yoh, yoh.

Wish I was back on the Bayou
Rollin’ with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin’ I were a fast freight train
Just a-chooglin’ on down to New Orleans.

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Do it, do it, do it, do it.
Oh, Lord.

Oh, get back, boy.

I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin’ through the backwoods bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there,
Chasin’ down a hoodoo there.

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Mm-mm-mmm, oh…