Jambalaya
Good-bye 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 some fun
On the bayou
Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou
We'll find the door, something old, place is buzzing
Kin folk come to see the bomb by the dozen
Rust in style for a while and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight, I'm gonna see my ma cheri mio
Take guitars, fill the jars and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have some fun on the bayou
Writer/s: HANK WILLIAMS, JESSE AARON LUBITZ
