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 

 

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 

That's right



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