Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
Lyrics
Good-bye Joe, we gotta go, me oh my oh
We gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm-a gonna see my ma cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue
And he'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Oh my baby swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm-a gonna see my ma cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm-a gonna see my ma cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Son of a gun, we'll have some fun on the bayou
Writer(s): HANK WILLIAMS, JESSE AARON LUBITZ
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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