Jambalaya
Lyrics
Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go, pole the pirogue down the Bayou
His Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Well Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style and go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we're have big fun on the bayou
Well Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Well Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Well Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Well Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Son of a gun, we're have big fun on the Bayou
Writer(s): HANK WILLIAMS, JESSE AARON LUBITZ
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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