Song Lyric Sunday: Disk Jockey

This week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is DISC JOCKEY the title of the song must start with the letter D or J.

And because there is too much choice, I’m going to play DJ with two songs. I know, I’m so greedy!

OK pop-pickers, today’s SLS is brought to you by the letter J.

First up is Jambalaya (On the Bayou) by Hank Williams from 1952. This is the only version I will listen to. Yes, Karen Carpenter had a gorgeous voice, but, just no!

Now I will ruin this song for you all – I always hear the line Thibodaux, Fontaineaux as Tippy-toes, the fun he knows. Enjoy…

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
PIck guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, 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’ll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
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 a filet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
PIck guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun on the bayou

Songwriters: Hank Williams Sr
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Continuing with the country theme, from 1973, Jolene by Dolly Parton. I love this song, although my inner feminist does wonder why the narrator doesn’t have a word with her man as well. It takes two to tango, sweetie!

And here’s Dolly, belting it out at Glastonbury. (Stop reading if you don’t want another song ruined: my dad used to sing eyes of haemorrhoid green – he was funny like that).

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you
Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
And there’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name
Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me

Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me

Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do
Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene

Songwriters: Dolly Parton
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