Jambalaya (On the Bayou) --- Hank Williams
This is the first song my guitar teacher, John Harrelson, had me play.
[D]Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me–oh–[A7]my–oh.
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the [D]bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me-oh-[A7]my-oh.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.
[D]Jambalay’ and a crawfish pie and filé [A7]gumbo,
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma chère a-[D]mie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [A7]gay-o.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.
[D]Thibideaux, Fontaineaux, the place is [A7]buzzin’.
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the [D]dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me-oh- [A7]my-oh.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.
[D]Jambalay’ and a crawfish pie and filé [A7]gumbo,
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma chère a-[D]mie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [A7]gay-o.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.
[D]Settle down far from town, get me a [A7]pirouge.
And I’ll catch all the fish in the [D]bayou.
Swap my ‘mon’ to buy Yvonne what she [A7]need-o.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.
[D]Jambalay’ and a crawfish pie and filé [A7]gumbo,
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma chère a-[D]mie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [A7]gay-o.
Son-of-a-gun, we’ll have big fun on the [D]bayou.