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Bayou bayou bayou bayou |
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Now here's a little tale about a flock of geese |
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Lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace |
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But before they're safely in the southern sand |
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They gotta watch out for the critter called man |
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There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child |
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Headin' on south at the call of the wild |
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Honk and holler as we go gonna see the |
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Gulf of Mexico |
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Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou |
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Well the wind from the north it chills you to the bone |
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And the call of the wild is callin' me come home |
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I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip we'll navigate that mighty |
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Mississipp' |
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Honk and holler as we go... |
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Bayou bayou bayou bayou[ ac.guitar ] |
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Honk and holler as we go... |
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My pappy led this band of twenty-three and the second in command included me |
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He made one fatal slip and he flew too low the long tom's got him from the old bayou |
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Honk and holler as we go... |
