I was born in a swamp side bar
On a night with a slender crescent moon
I learnt to walk in the bottom of a boat
Between the rifle butts
I was born in the bayou…
I can read the future in armadillos’ entrails
Afterwards I wipe the blood on my jeans
I was one of the best in the voodoo school
Of the black magicians of New Orleans
I was born in the bayou…
I was born in the bayou…
I’ve a heart as tough as alligator
The one that’s drying out in the yard
I eat a bit of it
I dance around
They say it’s good for the love-life
I was born in the bayou…
Talking of that, I’m not phenomenal
But I manage to please the girls
I’ve got my swanky duds for the weekend
When Peggy slips on her flimsy dress
I was born in the bayou…
I was born in the bayou…
And I dance, I dance on the land that I love
This land that is won from the mud
And I walk, I walk in the beautiful
Green light of the bayou
And I dance, I dance on the land that I love
This land that is won from the mud
And I walk on, I walk on in the beautiful
Green light of the bayou
I was born in a swamp side bar
On a night with a slender crescent moon
I learnt to walk in the bottom of a boat
Between the rifle butts
I was born in the bayou…
I was born in the bayou…