I can remember the fourth of July, runnin’ through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’, chasin’ down a hoodoo there,
chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Born on the bayou
“On a rainy Wednesday mornin’
That’s the day that I was born in
That old sharecroppers’ one-room country shack.
They say my mama left me
The day before she had me
She hit the road and never once looked back.”
Billy Joe Shaver, “I Been to Georgia on a Fast Train”
http://www.bluesforpeace.com/lyrics/hoochie-coochie.htm
On the seventh hour, of the seventh day,
on the seventh month, the seventh doctor said:
"He’s born for good luck, and I know you see;
Got seven hundred dollars, and don’t you mess with me
“He was born on a summer day, 1951” (“Lonely Boy”, Andrew Gold. Blech.)
or:
“Victor was born in the spring of '44 / and never saw his father anymore”
however
“I was born in '49, a cold war kid in McCarthy time.”
or:
His momma was a midnight woman
His daddy was a driftin’ drummer
One night they put it together
nine months later came the little black Bummer.
Great King Rat died today
Born on the 21st of May…
He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war’s begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
I was born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre in Pocatello, Idaho.
ooh! Thought of another:
“I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me”
“Lost in the Supermarket” - The Clash
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie
On a Sunday morning . . .
On the day I was born the rain fell down
there was trouble brewing in my hometown
It was the 7th day I was the 7th son
and I scared the hell out of everyone.
AC/DC Bad Boy Boogie.
I came in here to post that, damn you!!
My daddy was the family bassman,
My mama was an engineer
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music comin’ in my ears, in my ears.
In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed to sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines…
All together now!
We all live in a yellow submarine
*He was born in the back of a Seminole bus
On the road to Niagara Falls*
*A child is born to a welfare case
Where the rats run around like they own the place*
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I’m feelin’ my soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
Oh, now, girl, can you see,
That this was meant to be?
It’s funny but it’s true,
Guess I was born to love you.
I was not born to follow.
Stretching back to the early 1950s for this one:
“Born to be with you…
By your side, satisfied,
Through and through,
'Cause I was born
To be with you.”
– The Chordettes