Jambalaya

Jambalaya Lyrics

Hank 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.

(Chorus)
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filgumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.

Fontenot, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin'.
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.

{Repeat Chorus}

Settle down far from down, get a pirogue.
Gonna catch up all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my gun to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.

(Repeat Chorus)