Back about eighteen hundred and some

A louisiana couple had a redheaded son

No name suited him, jim, jack or joe

So 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'll get you one of these days



Now bill was a boy kind of big for his size (..kinda big boy 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



Billy, billy bayou, watch where you go

You're walking on quicksand, walk slow

Billy, billy bayou, watch what you say

A pretty girl'll get you one of these days



Now one sad day billy cried "ho! ho!

I whipped the feathers off of geronimo" (i could whip..)

He smarted off, the chief got mad

This like to ended our louisiana lad (that likely ended..)



Billy, billy bayou, watch where you go

You're walking on quicksand, walk slow

Billy, billy bayou, watch what you say

A pretty girl'll get you one of these days



And 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



Billy, billy bayou, watch where you go

You're walking on quicksand, walk slow

Billy, billy bayou, watch what you say

A pretty girl'll get you one of these days