Van Morrison, Linda Gail Lewis - Jambalaya (On the Bayou) lyrics

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one,  me oh my oh
Son of a gun
We gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya an’ a crawfish pie
An’ a fil’e gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an’ be gay-o
Son of a gun
We gonna have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’
Hey, an’ the kinfolk come to
See yvonne by the dozen
Well, and-a dress in style
Go hog wild an’ be gay-o son of a gun
We gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya an’ a crawfish pie
An’ a fil’e gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Well a pick guitar
Fill fruit jar an’ be gay-o son of a gun
We gonna have a big fun on the bayou

Wanna settle down, far from town
Get me a pirogue
Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou
Gonna swap my mon, to buy yvonne
What she need-o son of a gun
We gonna have a big fun on the bayou

Well, jambalaya, an’ a crawfish pie
An’ a fil’e gumbo
’cause, tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an’ be gay-o
Son of a gun
We’re gonna have big fun on the bayou