(Roger Miller)
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Back about eighteen hundred and some,
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A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son.
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No name suited him; Jim, Jack or Joe,
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So they just called him Billy Bayou.
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Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go,
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If you're walkin' 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, kinda 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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Billy fought the battle of the Little Big Horn.
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Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go,
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If you're walkin' 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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One sad day Billy cried "Ho Ho!
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"I can lick the feathers off of Gee-ron-imo."
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He started off, the chief got mad,
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This nearly ended our Louisiana lad.
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Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go,
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If you're walkin' 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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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 cuz he didn't either one.
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Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go,
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If you're walkin' 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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A pretty girl'll get you one of these days.
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Billy Bayou
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Jim Reeves |