Jo Stafford & Chorus - Jambalaya Lyrics
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Jambalaya
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What Are The Lyrics For Jambalaya By Jo Stafford & Chorus?
Jambalaya
Jambalaya Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo 'Cause 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 Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me-o, my-o Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou Oh my John, the sweetest one, me-o, my-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo 'Cause 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 Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see my John by the dozen Dressed in style and go hog wild, me-o, my-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo 'Cause 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 Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue Oh, I'll catch all the fish in the bayou Swap my mon to buy my John what he need-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo 'Cause 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 Jambalaya, hey John Jambalaya, hey John |
Who Wrote Jambalaya By Jo Stafford & Chorus?
Hank Williams, Sr.
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