Born on the Bayou (Live 1997) - John Fogerty

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

When I was just a little boy Standin' to my Daddy's knee My Papa said "Son, don't let the man get you And do what he done to me? 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause he'll get ya now, now" Well, I can remember the Fourth of July Runnin' through the backwood bay 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 Lord, Lord Wish I were back on the bayou Rollin' with some Cajun Queen Wish that I were a fast freight train A-just a-choogling on down to New Orleans Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Born on the bayou Do it, do it, do it, do it I can remember the Fourth of July Runnin' through the backwood bay 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, Lord, Lord Born on the bayou Alright, do Do it, do it, do it, 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

Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, it's too dark to see I feel like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Mama, take my guns and put them in the ground I can't fire them anymore That long black train is comin' down And I feel like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Mama, take these pistols away from me I can't shoot it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see Yes, I feel like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Just like so many times before Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door Just like so many times before

CHORUS: Oh the midnight, need a searchlight. Oh the midnight, need a searchlight. I walk along the rocky shore, the place I lost myself; I search the water, look in the sky, I hear the cries for help. I trace my footsteps down to the sea, but then the path disappears; Here in the darkness, I'm runnin' blind, Been stumblin' for all of these years. CHORUS What was the demon that made me run, can I ever hope to understand? I hear my voice, echoes on the wind; I try to reach out with my hand. Without a light, I might be here forever, lost for all eternity; There in the darkness, slippin' through my fingers, The face that smiles back is me. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS