JIM REEVES (RCA 47-7380, 1958)

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
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 boy's size
Red hair and freckles and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn


One sad day, Billy cried ho-ho!
I can whip the feathers off a Geronimo
He smarted off, the chief got mad
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad


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 did neither one


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