Emmylou Harris Lyrics
Emmylou Harris Lyrics
"Jambalaya Lyrics"
Tower Lyrics
There is an ocean I have been holding in my hands There is an ocean I have been holding back for
There is an ocean I have been holding in my hands There is an ocean I have been holding back for
Hank Williams
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.
Wash Away Lyrics
Never thought about things could be like this Always wishing I could, sometimes I think that I should.
(Chorus)
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filgumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Fonteno
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
{Repeat Chorus}
Settl
Gonna catch up all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my gun to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
(Repeat Chorus)
Never thought about things could be like this Always wishing I could, sometimes I think that I should.
(Chorus)
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filgumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Fonteno
Tomorrow Lyrics
Words: Sveningsson Music: Svensson Someone's thinking of her a fifteen hour trip away l
t, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin'.Words: Sveningsson Music: Svensson Someone's thinking of her a fifteen hour trip away l
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild, me, oh, my, oh.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
{Repeat Chorus}
Settl
The Old Master Painter Lyrics
That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets and the daffodills He put the purple
e down far from down, get a pirogue.That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets and the daffodills He put the purple
Gonna catch up all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my gun to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
(Repeat Chorus)