I'm goin' down to the swamp
Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp
Goin' to watch a hound dog catch a 'coon
You know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night under the moon

Oh, fetch my cane pole, mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole, mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
When the hound dogs start barkin'
Sound 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

Wah ooh, wah ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh

Go ahead, 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

Singin' that
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Well, I want to live with the hound dogs
For the rest of my natural born life
Ah woo, ooh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant