Hide in the bayou under the gun

Been to the house of the rising sun

Come down here trying to make a connection

Must have a bad sense of direction



Go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods



Carry a torch and an old stiletto

The sound of thunder all over the ghetto

One-eyed jacks and king with the axe

Come from the wrong side of the tracks



Go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods



When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get ya the music will

Catch a thrill



You come down here in a four piece suit

Pork pie hat and the alligator boots

Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat

Now can ya pull a disappearing act



Go back go back to your woods

Go back go back go back to your woods



When the night goes down on Storyville

If the women don't get ya the music will

Catch a thrill



Go back go back to your woods