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Hey Friends

 

Hey Friends


I figure they's sufficient condensation 'cuz it's drippy in the tent
Got all them lake folk aflutter, put a post up in the parish bulletin
Bring a bib and bible, it'll be a boil de revival
Yeah, them craw and draws'll draw 'em, but the worship is the purpose
Butter got that oil make the coil peel off better when it get 'em
(Kerosene, earplugs, my songbook)

Double up the hush puppy dose, get the dogs in the crates
(The sky is a door, you've been given the sight)
Get the house aired out, 'cuz my lovey-dovey's coming home tonight
(Scrape off your knuckle skin to keep yourself awake)
In visions of blood, rising up from out the mud I seen her glide up
From the shore to the porch, some sorta porcelain dorsal fin
Lordy Lord, I made a bargain with the stars, and now I'm barking up the end
(Sturdy wood chair, no arms, yeah)

Hey yeah, they gon go
One by one to the edge of the water
Baby, when you get home
Gon need a towel sop up all the butter
Hey, friends
Gather in

Ain't no sin to eat your fill, jambalaya, fried okra, plantains
(The oils need time to seep into the cortex)
Lord got just as many thousand mouths as thine holy names
(The air must be wet if you wish it to rise)
Set the tent bord du lac, gonna sing and clap
When they eyes look like grits, I open up the backflap
Drag 'em out the back sur le lac to the backward-birth 'em past the pain
It's like a baptism
(No, it's not)

Hey yeah, they gon go
One by one to the edge of the water
Baby, when you get home
Gon need a towel sop up all the butter
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Hey friends
Gather in
Hey my friends
This is it, this is the end

Her soul from the tide
Ripped back to life
One only need to tithe
Her body from the slime
So will she rise
But first the price

Chair weighted down where the gator don't breed
Wade up to the knee
Set the chair weight it down where the gator don't breed
Wade up to the knee
Chair weighted down wade up to the knee
Set the chair weighted down wade in up to the knee
Set the chair weighted down wade in up to the knee
I'm bringing Bobby in first
Set him down set him free
Walk 'em gentle to the chair
They can't move can't see
Set 'em down in the chair
Can't move can't see
Step back and let it happen
Can't move can't see
Come rising up behind 'em
Like it gon take a drink
Going up to the maw
Gon' see my girl tonight
Get up in the maw
Gon' see my girl tonight
Get up in there
See my girl tonight
Get up in there
See my lovey-dovey tonight

Hey friends
This is it
This is the end
Hey yeah, they gon go
One by one to the edge of the water
Baby, when you get home
Gon need a towel sop up all the butter
Hey yeah, they done gone
One by one to the edge of the water
Baby, when you get home
Gon need a towel sop up all the butter
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance

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