Back about eighteen-hundred and some
A Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou

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Billy-Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You're walking on quicksand, walk slow
Billy-Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl will get you one of these days

Billy was a boy kinda big boy's 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

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One sad day, Billy cried ho-ho!
I can whip the feathers off a Geronimo
He smarted off, the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad

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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

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