Robbie Robertson - Go Back To Your Woods lyrics

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 ya the music will Catch a thrill You come down here in a four piece suit Pork pie hat and the alligator boots Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat Now can ya 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 ya the music will Get your thrills Go back 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 go back to your woods 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) Back to your woods ***?Names of various Mardi Gras Indian groups?*** 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 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