Hank Williams

Goodbye, 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 big fun on the bayou.

(Chorus)
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filgumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
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Fontenot, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin'.
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.

{Repeat Chorus}

Settle down far from down, get a pirogue.
Gonna catch up all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my gun to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.

(Repeat Chorus)