"Jambalaya" as written by and Sr. Williams....
Goodbye 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 big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm a-gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is a-buzzin'
Kinfolk come see Yvonne by the dozen
They dress in style, they go hog wild, me-oh-my-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm a-gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou


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"Jambalaya (On the Bayou)" as written by Hank Williams Sr.

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