Jambalaya
Blue Ridge Rangers Lyrics

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Farewell, Joe, I must leave, oh my.

Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
I must go, row the canoe down the river.

My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh.
My beloved Yvonne, the sweetest person.

Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Heck yeah, going to have a great time on the river.

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Refrain

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
A mix of jambalaya, crawfish pie, and fillet gumbo

'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Because tonight I'll see my darling sweetheart.

Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Play guitar, fill fruit jar, and have a good time.

Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Heck yeah, going to have a great time on the river.

Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Thibodeaux and Fontaineaux, the place is bustling.

Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Relatives come to see Yvonne in large numbers.

Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gayo.
Dress nicely, let loose, and have a good time.

Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Heck yeah, going to have a great time on the river.

[Chorus]
Refrain

Oh, guitar!
An exclamation of excitement for the guitar.

[Chorus]
Refrain

Oh, Lord!
An exclamation of surprise or awe.

Hang tight, ooh Lord!
Stay strong or hold on, oh Lord!

Ah, take it out.
An exclamation to take it out (potentially referring to the music or rhythm).

He's comin', ah!
He's coming, oh!