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