Текст песни «Bobby Comstock & The Counts - Jambalaya»

Goodbye, Joe
Me gotta go
Me oh, my oh
Me gotta go
Pole the pirogue
Down the bayou

There's my Yvonne
The sweetest one
Oh, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
On the bayou

Well, jambalaya
And a crawfish pie
And a filet gumbo
Cause tonight
I'm gonna see
My my ma cher amio

I'm gonna pick guitar
I'm gonna fill fruit jar
I'm gonna be gay, oh
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
On the bayou

Settle down far from town
Get me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish
In the bayou

Drop my mom
To buy Yvonne
Yeah, what she need-o
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
On the bayou

Well, jambalaya
And a crawfish pie
And a filet gumbo
Cause tonight
I'm gonna see
My my ma cher amio

I'm gonna pick guitar
I'm gonna fill fruit jar
And I'm gonna be gay, oh
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
On the bayou

(Jambalaya)

Well, jambalaya
And a crawfish pie
And a filet gumbo
Cause tonight
I'm gonna see
My my ma cher amio

I'm gonna pick guitar
I'm gonna fill fruit jar
And I'm gonna be gay, oh
Son of a gun
We're gonna have big fun
On the bayou

(Jambalaya, jambalaya...)