Jambalaya (On The Bayou) - Hank Williams & The Drifting Cowboys

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go-pole the pirogue go down the Bayou His 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' A kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dressed in style, the go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Settle down far from town get him a pirogue And he'll catch all the fish in the Bayou Swap his mom to buy Yvonne what she need-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo (hee-haw) For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou

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 Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, 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, place is buzzin' Kinfolk's come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, 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 oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Well Thibodeaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou, oh, guitar Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Oh, Lord, hang tight, ooh Lord Ah, take it out, here comes, ah

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.

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou 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 Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie, and-a file gumbo Yeah, tonight I'm a-gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar and a-fill a fruit jar and we gonna be gay-oh The son of a gun, we're gonna have a little fun on the bayou, yeah Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzing Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, they go hog wild, me oh, my oh The son of a gun, we're gonna have a little fun on the bayou Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie, and-a file gumbo Well, tonight I'm going to see my machez amio Pick guitar, gonna fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

I have the invitation that you sent me You wanted me to see you change your name I couldn't stand to see you wed another But dear I hope you're happy just the same Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel That should be ringing out for you and me Down the aisle with someone else you're walking Those wedding bell will never ring for me I planned a little cottage in the valley I even bought a little band of gold I thought some day I'd place it on your finger But now the future looks so dark and cold Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel I hear the children laughing out with glee At home alone I hang my head in sorrow Those wedding bells will never ring for me I fancy that I see a bunch of roses A blossom from an orange tree in your hair And while the organ plays I love you truly Please let me pretend that I am there Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel Ever since the day you set me free I knew someday that you would wed another But wedding bells will never ring for me

I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost For a life of sin, I have paid the cost When I pass by, all the people say Just another guy on the lost highway Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine And a woman's lies makes a life like mine Oh the day we met, I went astray I started rolling down that lost highway I was just a lad, nearly 22 Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you And now I'm lost, too late to pray Lord, I take a cost, on the lost highway Now boys don't start to ramblin' round On this road of sin, are you sorrow-bound? Take my advice or you'll curse the day You started rollin' down that lost highway

I could say it's over now That I was glad to see you go I could hate you for the way I'm feelin' My lips could tell a lie, but my heart would know It's a sin to make me cry When you know I love you so I could tell my heart that I don't miss you My lips could tell a lie, but my heart would know I could give you all the blame But I'm sure the truth would show I could tell this world I've found a new love My lips could tell a lie, but my heart would know I can't fool my cryin' heart 'Cause it knows I need you so I could tell my heart I'm glad we parted My lips could tell a lie, but my heart would know

When my baby moved out and the blues moved in There wasn't nothing I could do But mosey around with my head in my hands Lord, what am I comin' to I just keep moanin', moanin' the blues I wrote a nice long letter sayin', "Mama please come home Your daddy is lonesome, and all I do is moan" I've been lovin' that girl for so doggone long, I can't afford to lose her now I thought I was right, but I must have been wrong 'Cause my head is startin' to bow, and now I'm moanin', moanin' the blues If you want a good girl to stay around You gotta treat her nice and kind If you do her wrong, she'll leave this town And you'll almost lose your mind Then you'll be moanin', moanin' the blues Oh, baby, baby, baby, honey, baby, please come home Your daddy is lonesome and all I do is moan I promise you, baby, that I'll be good, and I'll never be bad no more I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now to walk through that front door Then I'll stop moanin', moanin' the blues

Once I was happy as I could be But I let a girl make a fool of me And ever since she let me down The blues come around when the sun goes down Oh, the blues come around Oh, the blues come around Lord, the blues come around Every evenin' when the sun goes down As long as the sun is in the sky These doggone blues never make me cry But ever since she left this town The blues come around when the sun goes down Oh, the blues come around Oh, the blues come around Lord, the blues come around Every evenin' when the sun goes down I built my castles very high And then she went and said goodbye And ever since she tore 'em down The blues come around when the sun goes down Oh, the blues come around Oh, the blues come around Lord, the blues come around Every evenin' when the sun goes down Once she called me all her own But now she's gone and I'm alone And every evenin', I'm sorrow bound 'Cause the blues come around when the sun goes down Oh, the blues come around Oh, the blues come around Lord, the blues come around Every evenin' when the sun goes down Oh, the blues come around Yeah, the blues come around Lord, the blues come around Every evenin' when the sun goes down