Letra de Jambalaya

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me-o my-o He gotta go, pull the pirogue down the bayou His Yvonne's the sweetest one, me-o my-o 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 Dressed in style they go hog wild, me-o my-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a me-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 in 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, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a me-o Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a me-o Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou