Black River Swamp - Link Wray

I was born down in the country

Down where the cotton grows

Turnin' off the main highway

Goin' down that country road

There’s a place down in the country

Where the pine trees grow so tall

Walk across that old log bridge

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

There’s a place down in the country

Where the pine trees grow so tall

Go across that log bridge

Stretching 'cross Black River Swamp