Call Of The Wild

	  		
		 
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    Bayou, bayou, bayou, bayou. 
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    Now, here's a little tale about a flock of geese, 
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    lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace, 
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    but before they're safely in the southern sand 
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    they gotta watch out for that critter called man. 

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    There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child, 
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    headin' on south at the call of the wild. 
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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. 
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. 

         
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    Well, the wind from the north it chills you to the bone, 
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    and the call of the wild is callin' me : come home ! 
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    I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip, 
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    we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'. 

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. 
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. 

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    Bayou. 
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    Bayou.                        Bayou. 
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                                  Bayou. 
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                                  Bayou. 

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. 
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. 
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Bayou. 

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    My pappy led this band of twenty-three, 
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    and the second in command included me. 
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    He made one fatal slip and he flew too low, 
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    the long toms got him from the old bayou. 

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Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. 
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Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. 

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