Best Feeling
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.
(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.
Fontenot, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin'.
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
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.
(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.
Fontenot, Thibodaux, the place is buzzin'.
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
no name #3
we arrived too late
our mouths were opening
i turned off the light
so come on night
you're a witness you
you've seen me interrupt
a good old fashioned fight
so come on night
everyone is gone
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
watched the dying day
blushing in the sky
everyone is uptight
so come on night
everyone is gone
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
home to oblivion
i know we're not
illegitimate
in our hearing
so come on
so come on night