Billy Bayo & This world is not my home...

This song is a dedication to my dad who passed away on the 6th of June, 1995 (Click on the link and it'll take you to my other blog where I've written a story as to why this song for today's post). The original was by Jim Reeves. I think i don't have to say much about him. Well, if I have to, I'd suggest you just click on his name and it'll give you a better idea of who he was.

The lyrics of the song for those who are interested:


This world is not my home I'm just a passing through,
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.


Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you.
If heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.


I have a loving mother just over in Gloryland,
And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand.
She's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.


Oh Lord you know...


Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternaly,
the saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore


Oh Lord you know...



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I've tweaked the lyrics a bit in this song (replaced "mother" with "father" and "her" with "his"


And for those who have already listened to that one, here's another one of my dad's fav. from Jim Reeves.

Lyrics:


Back about eighteen hundred and some,
A Louisiana couple had a red headed son.
No name suited him Jim Jack or Joe,
They just called him Billy Bayou.


Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go,
You're walkin' on quick sand and walk slow.
Billy Billy Bayou watch what you say,
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days.


Billy was a boy kinda big for his size,
Red hair, freckles and big blue eyes.
Thirteen years from the day he was born,
Bill fought the battles of the Little Big Horn.


Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go...


One sad day Billy cried "ho-ho"
I can whip the feathers of Geronimo.
He smarted off, the chief got mad.
This nearly ended our Louisiana lad.


Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go...


One day in 1878,
A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate.
He didn't know whether to stand there and run,
He wound up married cause he did neighter one.


Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go...



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