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Bayou, bayou, bayou, bayou.
G
Now, here's a little tale about a flock of geese,
C
lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace,
D
but before they're safely in the southern sand
CG
they gotta watch out for that critter called man.
G
There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child,
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headin' on south at the call of the wild.
DCG
Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
DCG
Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
GDGDG
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 !
CGCFC
I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip,
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we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'.
DCG
Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
DCG
Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
GDGDG
Bayou.
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Bayou. Bayou.
CGCFC
Bayou.
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Bayou.
DCG
Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
DCG
Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
G
Bayou.
GDGDG
My pappy led this band of twenty-three,
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and the second in command included me.
CGCFC
He made one fatal slip and he flew too low,
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the long toms got him from the old bayou.
DCG
Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.
DCG
Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou.
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bayou, bayou, bayou ....