Jim Reeves - Billy Bayou Lyrics
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Billy Bayou
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What Are The Lyrics For Billy Bayou By Jim Reeves?
Back about eighteen hundred and 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 If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days Billy was a boy, kinda big for his size Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes Thirteen years from the day he was born Billy fought the battle of the little big horn Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days One sad day Billy cried ho ho I can lick the feathers off of gee-ron-imo He started off, the chief got mad This nearly ended our Louisiana lad Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days One day in eighteen seventy-eight A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate He didn't know whether to stand there, or run He wound up married 'cause he didn't either one Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days A pretty girl'll get you one of these days |
Who Wrote Billy Bayou By Jim Reeves?
Roger Miller
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What's The Duration Of The Billy Bayou By Jim Reeves?The duration of Billy Bayou is 2:06 minutes and seconds. |
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