Barbara Ray - Jambalaya Lyrics

Good-bye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh
Me gotta go-pole the pirogue, down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun
On the bayou

Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou

We'll find the door, something old, place is buzzing
Kin folk come to see the bomb by the dozen
Rust in style for a while and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou