(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant)

Going down to the swamp

Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon

Well, I'm going down to the swamp

Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon

You know the hounddog make-a music

On a summer night under a full moon



Lord, fetch my cane pole mama

Gonna catch a bream or maybe two

Lord, fetch my cane pole mama

Gonna catch a bream or maybe two

And when the hound dog start barkin'

Sounds like ol' Son House singin' the blues



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Hound dog sing that

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music

When the hound dog starts singin'

I ain't got them big ol' city blues



Well, hey pretty mama

Lord, just take that city hike

Said go ahead pretty mama

Lord, just take your city hike

Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs

For the rest of my natural born life



[Chorus]



Singing that

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music

Well, I'd rather live with the hounddogs

For the rest of my natural born life

Well, I'd wanna live with the hound dogs

For the rest of my natural born life