I was born on the bayou
Thirty miles out of Lafayette
My daddy was a Cajun man
And he taught me how to plow

I remember mama's breakfast
Coosh coosh in the caye
Steam syrup upon the banje
HuUm I wish I had some now

I'm a Cajun born, I'm a Cajun bred
And when I die I'll be Cajun dead
If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio
My soul will find it's way back to the bayou

Went to church every sunday
Had a French talking preacher man
We kids joked about the preacher man
Because we thought he wore a dress

After church we had a party
Cajun music on the phonograph
Harry Short singing Jole Blon
Made a singer out of me

I'm a Cajun born, I'm a Cajun bred
And when I die I'll be Cajun dead
If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio
My soul will find it's way back to the bayou

When I get enough to marry
Get myself a Cajun lady
Something sort of like my mama
Because I ain't no other, no other kind

And wherever fortune takes me
With the breaks or makes me
Memory won't forsake me
Got Louisiana on my mind

I'm a Cajun born, I'm a Cajun bred
And when I die I'll be Cajun dead
If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio
My soul will find it's way back to the bayou.