Jambalaya lyrics
by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me, oh, my, oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My 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' (Bzzz)
The Kin folks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Well, they're dressed in style and go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

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

Come on, Jimmy

Sounds real gown!

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

Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
For 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

Johnny, hiha!
Oh, solo it, man!

Ooohooo!

Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
For 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

Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo (Woop now)
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou