| Back about eighteen hundred and some
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| A Louisiana couple had a redheaded son
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| No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
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| They just called him Billy Bayou
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| CHORUS:
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| Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You’re walking on quicksand, walk slow
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| Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
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| A pretty girl’ll get you one of these days
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| Billy was a boy kind of big for his size
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| Red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes
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| Thirteen years from the day he was born
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| Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| One sad day Billy cried «Ho! |
| Ho!
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| I can whip the feathers off of Geronimo»
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| He smarted off, the chief got mad
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| This nearly ended our Louisiana lad
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| One day in eighteen seventy-eight
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| A pretty girl walked through Bill’s front gate
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| He didn’t know whether to stand there or run
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| He wound up married ‘cause he didn’t either one
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| Pretty girl’ll get you one of these days |