The Carpenters - Jambalaya (On the Bayou) Lyrics

A good-bye Joe, you gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue
And he'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight, I'ma gonna see my ma cher a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou