Jambalaya
Lyrics
Goodbye Joe, he gotta go, me-oh, my-oh
He gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma-chère-amie, oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibadaux, Fountaineaux, 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 big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma-chère-amie, oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue
And he'll catch all the fish on the bayou
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
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma-chère-amie, oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Writer(s): Hank Williams, Sr.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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