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| Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé* gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin', kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen. Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, and I'll catch all the fish in the bayou. Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o. Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. |
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