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