Jambalaya

(album: Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying - 1964)

Come on, Joe, we gotta go, me oh my oh.
We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou.

I said now
Come on, Joe, we gotta go, oh on the bayou
We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou.

Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio.
Oh now, pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.

Oh let's go then!

Well, come on, Joe, and now we gotta go, oh down the bayou.
Yeah, We gotta go, take the pirogue down to bayou.
Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou.

Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio.
Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.