Keep On Chooglin’ - Bayou Country

Chorus: Keep on chooglin’ Keep on chooglin’ Keep on chooglin’ Chooglin’, Chooglin’. Maybe you don’t understand it. But if you’re a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that’s what i call chooglin’. Here comes mary lookin’ for harry, She gonna choogle tonight. Here comes louie, works in the sewer, […]

Proud Mary - Bayou Country

Left a good job in the city, Workin’ for the man ev’ry night and day, And i never lost one minute of sleepin’, Worryin’ ’bout the way things might have been. Chorus: Big wheel keep on turnin’, Proud mary keep on burnin’, Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river. Cleaned a lot of plates in memphis, […]

Penthouse Pauper - Bayou Country

Now, if i was a bricklayer, I wouldn’t build just anything; And if i was a ball player, I wouldn’t play no second string. And if i were some jew’lry, baby; Lord, i’d have to be a diamond ring. If i were a secret, lord, i never would be told. If i were a jug […]

Good Golly Miss Molly - Bayou Country

Good golly miss molly, sure like to ball. Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball. When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call. From the early early mornin’ till the early early night You can see miss molly rockin’ at the house of blue lights. Good golly, miss molly, sure like […]

Graveyard Train - Bayou Country

On the highway, thirty people lost their lives. On the highway, thirty people lost their lives. Well, i had some words to holler, and my rosie took a ride. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin’ on. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin’ on. Flyin’ through the crossroads, rosie ran into the hound. For […]

Bootleg - Bayou Country

Chorus: Bootleg, bootleg; Bootleg, howl. Bootleg, bootleg; Bootleg, howl. Take you a glass of water Make it against the law. See how good the water tastes When you can’t have any at all. Chorus Findin’ a natural woman, Like honey to a bee. But you don’t buzz the flower. When you know the honey’s free. […]

Born On The Bayou - Bayou Country

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 […]