Testo: Jim Reeves. Other. Billy Bayou.

(Roger Miller)

Back about eighteen hundred and some,
A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son.
No name suited him; Jim, Jack or Joe,
So 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, 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 cuz 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