Back about eighteen hundred and some A Louisiana couple had a redheaded son No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe So they just called him Billy Bayou Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You're walking on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days Now Bill was a boy kind of big for his size (..kinda big boy size) Red hair and freckles, and big blue eyes Thirteen years from the day he was born Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You're walking on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days Now one sad day Billy cried "Ho! Ho! I whipped the feathers off of Geronimo" (I could whip..) He smarted off, the chief got mad This like to ended our Louisiana lad (That likely ended..) Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You're walking on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days And one day in eighteen seventy-eight A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate He didn't know whether to stand there or run He wound up married 'cause he did neither one Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go You're walking on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days
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