Van Morrison - Jambalaya текст песни

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 file gumbo

cause tonight Im 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 file gumbo

cause tonight Im 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 file gumbo

cause, tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio

Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an be gay-o

Son of a gun, were gonna have big fun on the bayou