Текст песни Jambalaya - Emmylou Harris

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, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

Well Thibodaux, Fontenot, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Well we dress in style, we go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Well Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o
Gonna dress in style, go all wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

(Thank you)