Go Back To Your Woods

Hide in the bayou under the gun Been to "The House Of The Rising Sun" Come down here, trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) Carry a torch and an old stiletto The sound of thunder all over the ghetto One-eyed jacks and king with the axe Come from the wrong side of the tracks Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) When the night goes down on Storyville If the women don't get you, then the music will Catch your thrills You come down here in a four-piece suit Pork pie hat and the alligator boots Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat Now can you pull a disappearing act? Go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) When the night goes down on Storyville If the women don't get you, then the music will Get your thrills, oh yeah Go back, go back, go back to your woods (back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods Go back, go back, go back to your woods Go back, go back to your woods (back to your woods) (Go back, go back, go back to your woods) Go back, go back, go back to your woods (Go back, go back to your woods) Back to your woods Traw Paw, blue-eyed walking native, Chaw Waw Going downtown, all turned around Before we came into this world, we came from a far off land And now we are here to tell the story Downtown, them Injuns coming And we comin' from way back, way back We got fire on the bayou Injuns, here they come from the reservations Here they come, here they come Injuns, here they come