I was born in Louisiana on the Bayou Manchac,
Papa was a trapper from Napoleonville.
Mama was a dark eyed Cajun woman,
If I'd listened to my mama I'd be there still.
Took my schoolin' down in Morgan City,
Used to go to dances in Abbeyville.
Fell in love with a lady from New Orleans,
Hadn't been for her I'd be there still.
Want my, Bayou Country,
Smell of magnolia's bring you to your knees.
Fais do do's and Cajun women,
Spanish moss hangin' from the big oak trees.
Traveled back and forth across this country,
Met a lot of people and I made a lot of friends.
Got the feelin' of the swamp land runnin' in my blood,
Goin back home but I don't know when.
California's boilin', detroits burnin',
Whole lot of trouble in Chicago town.
Nothin' very pretty bout New York City,
Mississippi take me back to higher ground.
Well I gotta get back to the Bayou Country,
Smell of magnolia's bring you to your knees.
Fais do do's and Cajun women,
Spanish moss hangin' from the big oak trees.
Want my, bayou country!