Call Of The Wild

G G G G Bayou, bayou, bayou, bayou. G Now, here's a little tale about a flock of geese, C lookin' for a home and lookin' for a peace, D but before they're safely in the southern sand C G they gotta watch out for that critter called man. G There's a goose and a gander and a goslin' child, D D7 G headin' on south at the call of the wild. D C G Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. D C G Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. G D G D G Well, the wind from the north it chills you to the bone, G D G D G and the call of the wild is callin' me : come home ! C G C F C I'll lead my band of geese a marry trip, G D G D G we'll navigate that mighty Mississipp'. D C G Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. D C G Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. G D G D G Bayou. G D G D G Bayou. Bayou. C G C F C Bayou. G D G D G Bayou. D C G Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. D C G Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. G Bayou. G D G D G My pappy led this band of twenty-three, G D G D G and the second in command included me. C G C F C He made one fatal slip and he flew too low, G D G D G the long toms got him from the old bayou. D C G Honk and holler as we go, gonna see the Gulf of Mexico. D C G Way up high, don't fly low, the long toms will get you from the old bayou. G D G D G D G D G D G D G D G D bayou, bayou, bayou .....