Johnny Cash Album: Children's Album Track: Call of the Wild
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Call of the Wild Lyrics (Buddy Mize) © '61 Central Songs, BMI
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 merry 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 tom's 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 - bayou
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