Bruce Hornsby

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, 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 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, the music will
Catch on a thrill