| Lyrics: | (H. Williams)
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'll have big fun on the
bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil* gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma
cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the
bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the
dozen.
Dress in style and 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 fil gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma
cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the
bayou.
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
and I'll catch all the fish in the
bayou.
Swap my 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 fil gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my
ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on
the bayou. |
