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 ami-o

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 ami-o

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 ami-o

Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o.

Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.