| Last night as I lay dreaming I heard my darling call
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| And then I went to met her by the singing waterfall
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| We’d met there every evening when the sun is sinking low
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| We’d listen to the water as it rippled soft and low
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| And since she’s gone to Heaven I miss her most of all
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| Tonight my darling’s sleeping by the singing waterfall
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| Good-bye, 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
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| Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filet gumbo
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| 'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
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| Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
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| Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
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| Jambalaya and a crawfish pie
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| Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
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| Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
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| Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
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| Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
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| Jambalaya, crawfish pie, filet gumbo
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| 'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
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| Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
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| Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
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| Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filet gumbo
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| 'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
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| Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
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| Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou |