Jambalaya

Lyrics

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style an' go hog wild, me oh, my oh Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar an' fill fruit jar and be gay oh Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou Yeah, settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue An' I'll catch all the fish in the bayou Twice a month, we'll buy Yvonne what she need oh Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar and fill fruit jar and be gay oh Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou