Left pretty Jo. 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 goosh-goosh in the caye
Steam syrup upon the banje, 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
When I get enough to marry, get myself a Cajun lady
Something sort of like my mama because I'm not another 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