Cajun Born
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Left pretty Jo.I was born on the bayoo thirty miles out of LaFaiette
My daddy was a Cajun man and he taught me how to plow
I remember mama's breakfast goosh-goosh in the caye
Steam syrup upon the banje I wish I had me some now
I'm a Cajun born I'm a Cajun bred and when I die I'll be Cajun dead
If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio my soul will find it's way back to the bayou

Went to church every Sunday had a French talkin' preacher man
We kids joked about the preacher man cause we thought he wore a dress
After church we had a party Cajun music on the phonograph
Harry Short singing Jole Blon made a singer out of me
I'm a Cajun born...

(accordion)
When I get enough to marry get myself a Cajun lady
Somethin' sorta like my mama cause I ain't no other no other kind
And wherever fortune takes me with the breaks or makes me




Memory won't forsake me got Louisiana on my mind
I'm a Cajun born...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Johnny Cash's song "Cajun Born" depict his upbringing in Louisiana as a Cajun boy. In the first stanza, he reveals that he was born on the bayou, thirty miles outside of LaFayette. His father taught him how to plow and his mother prepared traditional Cajun dishes, such as goosh-goosh in the caye and syrup on the banje. It's clear that he longs for the taste of these dishes, as he wishes he had some now. Cash is proud of his Cajun heritage, as he proclaims that he's Cajun born, bred, and dead. He believes that even if he dies in Alaska or Ohio, his soul will find its way back to the bayou.


The second stanza gives us a glimpse into Cash's religious upbringing. He attended church every Sunday, which had a French-speaking preacher. The kids joked about the preacher's attire, thinking he wore a dress. After church, they would have Cajun music parties, listening to Harry Short sing "Jole Blon", which inspired him to become a singer.


Line by Line Meaning

Left pretty Jo.I was born on the bayoo thirty miles out of LaFaiette
I left my lover Pretty Jo and was brought into this world on a bayou which was thirty miles away from LaFayette


My daddy was a Cajun man and he taught me how to plow
My father was a Cajun and he taught me the skill of plowing


I remember mama's breakfast goosh-goosh in the caye
I recall my mother's breakfast of a local dish known as goosh-goosh, which was enjoyed beside the caye


Steam syrup upon the banje I wish I had me some now
I desire to have syrup steamed upon the banje (a small stove) like it was in the old days


I'm a Cajun born I'm a Cajun bred and when I die I'll be Cajun dead If I die in Alaska if I die in Ohio my soul will find it's way back to the bayou
I was born and bred a Cajun, and even if I die far from the bayou, my soul will return to it


Went to church every Sunday had a French talkin' preacher man We kids joked about the preacher man cause we thought he wore a dress After church we had a party Cajun music on the phonograph Harry Short singing Jole Blon made a singer out of me
I attended the church every Sunday, where a French-speaking preacher used to preach. We kids used to tease him, thinking he wore a dress. After the church, we had a party, where we enjoyed Cajun music on a phonograph, and Harry Short's rendition of Jole Blon inspired me to become a singer


When I get enough to marry get myself a Cajun lady Somethin' sorta like my mama cause I ain't no other no other kind And wherever fortune takes me with the breaks or makes me Memory won't forsake me got Louisiana on my mind
When I get enough money to marry, I will look for a Cajun lady who resembles my mother, as I don't want any other kind. Regardless of where life takes me, I know I won't forget Louisiana as it remains deep inside me


I'm a Cajun born...
I was born a Cajun and I'll remain a Cajun always




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