Jambalaya lyrics by Micke Muster
Jambalaya
Micke Muster
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the Bayou
His 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 filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay 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 oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
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 oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
