Hoyt Axton - 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