Billy Bayou

Back about 1800 some
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son
No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe
They just called him Billy Bayou

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 for his size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
13 years from the day he was born
Billy fought the battle of the little big horn

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

One sad day, Billy cried ho, ho!
I can whip the feathers of a Jerónimo
He smiled it off, the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad

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

One day in 1878
A pretty girl'll walk through Billy's front gate
He didn't know whether to stand there or run
He wound up married 'cause he did either one

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
Pretty girl will get you one of these days