LYRIC

Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me-oh, my-oh
I got to go pull the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, she’s the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son-of-a-gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou

Said, Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son-of-a-gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well, Thibodaux and the Fountainbleaux, the place was buzzin’
Kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son-of-a-gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou

Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me-oh, my-oh
I got to move far from town, get myself a pirogue
I won’t take a whole of my friends out on the bayou
Padle away to see my old friend, Woodrow

Well, Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son-of-a-gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
I said, son-of-a-gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Son-of-a-gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

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