Way back up in the woods along the Bogue Chitto
Where the Amite River meets the Ponchartrain
People tell a story about a creole maid
Who fell in love with an Indian brave

Manchac

Late one night when the moon was down
As quiet as the shadow of a bob cat's claw
He stole her from the quarters and he hid her in the cane
And they made love until the morning and then they ran away

For many long days they had to keep a-running
Through the muddy swamp bottom and the briar wood
The hound and the posse and the master just behind 'em
And If anybody could catch them it was him that could

Manchac

Chorus:
Tell me do you still hear the hounds a-coming
Tell me will you stay with me 'til the end
Don't be worried for when we cross the river
We will never come back this way again

Way back up in the woods along the Notalbany River
Near the ferry boat crossing called the Frenchman's Bend
Early one morning there was blood upon the water
When the master caught his daughter and he killed his friend
Way back up in the woods along the Bogue Chitto
Where the Amite River meets the Ponchartrain
The spirit of a woman keeps a-moving on the water
And she keeps on calling out an Indian name