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BaGyou, baGyou, baGyou, bGayou.
Now, Ghere's a little tale about a flock of geese,
lCookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace,
but beDfore they're safely in the southern sand
they Cgotta watch out for that critter callGed man.
There's a Ggoose and a gander and a goslin' child,
Dheadin' on south at D7the call of Gthe wild.
DHonk and holler as we Cgo, gonna see the GulGf of Mexico.
WDay up high, don't fly low, Cthe long toms will get you frGom the old bayou.
Well, the Gwind from thDe north Git chills Dyou to Gthe bone,
and the Gcall of theD wild Gis callDin' me : coGme home !
I'll lCead my Gband of Cgeese Fa maCrry trip,
we'll GnaviDgate thaGt mightDy MiGssissipp'.
HoDnk and holler as we gCo, gonna see the GuGlf of Mexico.
WDay up high, don't fly low, Cthe long toms will get you frGom the old bayou.
Bayou. G D G D G
Bayou. G D G D G Bayou.
C G C F C Bayou.
G D G D G Bayou.
HDonk and holler as we go, gonna see the GCulf of Mexico. G
Way Dup high, don't fly low, the long toms will gCet you from the old bayou. G
BayouG.
My pGappy Dled this Gband oDf twenty-Gthree,
and the GseconDd in cGommanDd incluGded me.
He Cmade oGne fatCal slip and Fhe flew Ctoo low,
the Glong toDms got Ghim from Dthe olGd bayou.
HDonk and holler as we gCo, gonna see the GuGlf of Mexico.
WDay up high, don't fly low, Cthe long toms will get you frGom the old bayou.
G D G D baGyoDu,G D baGyoDu,G D GbaDyoGu D.....
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