Bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Now here's a little tale about a flock of geese
Looking for a home
And looking for a peace
But before they're safely in the southern sand
They got to watch out
For the critter called man
There's a goose and a gander
And a gosling child
Heading on south
At the call of the wild
Honk and holler as we go
Gonna see the Gulf of Mexico
Way up high don't fly low
The long Toms will get you from the old bayou
Well, the wind from the north
It chills you to the bone
And the call of the wild is calling me come home
I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip
We'll navigate that mighty Mississippi
Honk and holler as we go
Gonna see the Gulf of Mexico
Way up high don't fly low
The long Toms will get you from the old bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Honk and holler as we go
Gonna see the Gulf of Mexico
Way up high don't fly low
The long Toms will get you from the old bayou
Bayou
My pappy led this band of twenty-three
And the second in command included me
He made one fatal slip and he flew too low
The long Tom's got him from the old bayou
Honk and holler as we go
Gonna see the Gulf of Mexico
Way up high don't fly low
The long Toms will get you from the old bayou
Bayou
Bayou
Bayou