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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
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