Bay ou bay ou bay ou ba you.
Now h ere's a little tale about a flock of geese
lo okin' for a home and lookin' for a peace
but bef ore they're safely in the southern sand
they g otta watch out for that critter calle d man.
There's a g oose and a gander and a goslin' child
h eadin' on south at t he call of t he wild.
H onk and holler as we g o gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
Wa y up high don't fly low t he long toms will get you fro m the old bayou.
Well the w ind from the north i t chills y ou to t he bone
and the c all of the wild i s calli n' me : com e home !
I'll le ad my b and of g eese a mar ry trip
we'll n avig ate that mighty Mis sissipp'.
Hon k and holler as we go gonna see the Gul f of Mexico.
Wa y up high don't fly low t he long toms will get you fro m the old bayou.
Bayou.
Bayou. Ba you.
Bayou.
Bayou.
Ho nk and holler as we go gonna see the Gu lf of Mexico.
Way u p high don't fly low the long toms will ge t you from the old bayou.
Bayou.
My pa ppy l ed this b and of twenty-t hree
and the s econd in co mmand includ ed me.
He m ade on e fata l slip and h e flew t oo low
the l ong tom s got h im from t he old bayou.
Ho nk and holler as we go gonna see the Gul f of Mexico.
Wa y up high don't fly low t he long toms will get you fro m the old bayou.
bayou bay ou bay ou . ....