Now, when I was just a lit tle boy,

stand in’ to my dad dy’s knee,

my pa pa 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 you now, now.”

I can re mem ber the fourth of Ju ly,

run nin’ through the back wood bare.

And I can still hear my old hound dog bark in’, just a chas in’ down a hoo doo to there.

New Or leans.

Chas in’ down a hoo doo there.

Born on the bay ou,

born on the bay

ou,

born on the bay ou.

Born on the bay ou,

born on the bay

ou,

born on the bay

ou.