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 hound dog 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 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 hound dogs 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