I was born down in the country
Down where the cotton grows
Turnin off the main highway
Goin down that country road
Theres a place down in the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Stretching cross Black River Swamp
I can hear them bullfrogs croaking
In the blackness of the night
Calling me back to my childhood
Down here in Black River Swamp
Saw my name carved on a big oak tree
Down there by the fishing hole
And the smell of old Black River
Where the waters are deep and cold
I can hear the hound dogs howlin
Chasin that old fox
Where I used to roam
Down there in the country
Callin me to Black River Swamp
I can hear them hound dogs howlin
Chasin that old fox
Where I used to roam
Down there in the country
Callin me to Black River Swamp
I was born in the country
Down where the cotton grows
Turnin off the main highway
Goin down that country road
Theres a place down in the country
Where the pine trees grow so tall
Stretching cross Black River Swamp