Call of the Wild

Bayou bayou bayou bayou. Now here's a little tale about a flock of geese lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace but before they're safely in the southern sand they gotta watch out for that critter called man. There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child headin' on south at the call of the wild. Honk and holler as we go gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou. Well the wind from the north it chills you to the bone and the call of the wild is callin' me : come home ! I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'. Honk and holler as we go gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou. Bayou.                  Bayou.                Bayou.                     Bayou.                     Bayou. Honk and holler as we go gonna see the Gulf of Mexico.           Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou.            Bayou. My pappy led this band of twenty-three and the second in command included me. He made one fatal slip and he flew too low the long toms got him from the old bayou. Honk and holler as we go gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. Way up high don't fly low the long toms will get you from the old bayou.             bayou          bayou        bayou .....