Jambalaya chords by Brenda Lee

Intro]
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Verse 1:
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Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me, oh, my oh.
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Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
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My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me, oh, my, oh.
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Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.


Chorus:
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Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filet gumbo.
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For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amie-o.
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Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo.
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Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Verse 2:
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Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'.
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Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
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Dress in style and go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh.
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Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.


Chorus:
A                                        E
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filet gumbo.
E                                    A
For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amie-o.
A                                  E
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo.
E                                       A
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.


Interlude:
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Verse 3:
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Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue.
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And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou.
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Send my mom to get Yvonne what she need-o.
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Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.


Chorus:
A                                        E
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filet gumbo.
E                                    A
For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amie-o.
A                                  E
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo.
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Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayooooooou.