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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 that 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 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,
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    we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'.

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the 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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    Bayou.
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    Bayou.                                 Bayou.
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                                  Bayou.
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                                  Bayou.

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the 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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   Bayou.

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    My pappy led this band of twenty-three,
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    and the second in command included me.
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    He made one fatal slip and he flew too low,
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    the long toms got him from the old bayou.

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the 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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                          bayou,                   bayou,                  bayou ....