BORN ON THE BAYOU

Hoy he estado escuchando a la Creedence Clearwater Revival, uno de los mejores grupo yankis de los 60 y créme de la créme del rock sureño. Antibelicismo a lo hillbillie en un ambiente hippyoso es lo que canta aquí John Fogerty; yo llevo todo el día tarareando el tema. Oiganlo si pueden (y si no lo conocen aún).


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.
’cause he’ll get you,
’cause he’ll get you now, now.

And I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin’ through the backwood, bare.
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;
Born on the bayou.

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.

Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou;
Born on the bayou.

Do it, do it, do it, do it. oh, lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of july,
Runnin’ through the backwood bare.
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;
Born on the bayou.

All right! do, do, do, do.