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