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Goodbye Joe, he gotta go me oh my oh
he gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou Yvonne the sweetes tone, me oh my oh Son of gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Yvonne the sweetes tone, me oh my oh Son of gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibadaux, Fountaineaux the place is buzzing Kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dressed in style go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Dressed in style go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Goodbye Joe, he gotta go me oh my oh he gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou Yvonne the sweetes tone, me oh my oh Son of gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a mi-o Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher a mi-o Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou |
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| 4:00 |
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Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah River. Life is old there, Older than the trees, Younger than the mountains browin' like a breeze. Country roads, take me home To the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. All my memories gather round her, Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshine, Teardrop in my eye. Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. I hear her voice, in the morning how she calls me, Radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin'down the road I get a feelin' I should been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. Take me home, country roads. |
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| 4:36 |
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| 4:01 |
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| 2:47 |
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| 3:25 |
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| 2:48 |
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| 11. |
| 3:02 |
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| 12. |
| 4:05 |
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| 13. |
| 3:33 |
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First time I saw my son, I knew I was in love.
Because he was the gift I got from somewhere up above. O wow, o yes, o joy, so joy right here in my arms. He looks at me, I can see he's showing all his charms. Can't remember what I do before I saw his face. But now he's here and I can feel his amazing grace. Watching him play, somehow reminds me of myself. Once upon a different time when I was someone else. O me, o my, I feel so high every single day. O yes, o lay, my lord yea yea watching my son play. First time he'd walk detours I step in to a chance. I took his hand and then we start it likes dance. The first dance was so fine that I never will forget. He held my hand so tightly that I had start dancing yet. My love, my boy, my son, my joy always keep your glow. And know that love will be with you wherever you may go. And if something should fall apart somewhere down the line. Just tell me all about it and I will make it fine. I'd travel many roads before but somehow they were wrong. And sometime we find that life is just a simple song. Even the saddest songs ever human face. I will always keep my son in love's magic place. |
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