Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' 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

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves Inside my shell, I wait and bleed I wonder out where you can't see You haven't learned a thing I haven't changed a thing My flesh was in my bones The pain was always free

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

Felt like somebody lied When I saw him go down I had to hold my breath till the coast was clear Just to stop the tears Looking out the window out on the street I don't know what happened, I'm out on my feet I hear my mother calling my name I still come

We 'bout to go up baby, up we go Gonna give it to you I want to get louder I got to get louder We're blowing out speakers Our heart a little clearer In capital letters For worse or for better Yeah, then there was you

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

Better run through the jungle Whoa don't look back to see Whoa thought it was a nightmare Lord it was so true They told me don't go walking slow The devil's on the loose Thought I heard a rumblin' Calling to my name Two hundred million guns are loaded