Billy Bayou

Back about eighteen hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a redheaded son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou
CHORUS:
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
Billy was a boy kind of big for his size
Red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn
REPEAT CHORUS
One sad day Billy cried «Ho! Ho!
I can whip the feathers off of Geronimo»
He smarted off, the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad
REPEAT CHORUS
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 didn’t either one
REPEAT CHORUS
Pretty girl’ll get you one of these days