Go Back to Your Woods Songtext
von Robbie Robertson

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