They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Tim Landry lived on Patin Road in Henderson LA
His voice was so refined
Music took him round the world
But Tim was given to the tipplin' way
With a love of liquor Tim was born
Tim went speeding through the day
With a drop of the creature every morn
One mornin' Tim was so hungover just getting up was a big mistake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out across the bed, crystal meth up his nose
And a barrel of whiskey at his head
Cissy Landry fixed the plates but no touched the food
A band was set up in the corner all complaining about some drummer
Fontenot began to cry " such a clean corpse, did you ever see?"
"Oh, Tim, why did you have to die?" "Ah, shut your gob" said Fred Dupuis
Maggie Courville said out loud , "it shoulda been you Allemond"
Then Huval bashed her in the gob, knocked her to the floor
Then the Landry war was on for real
Woman to woman and man to man
Pipes and bats, AK- 15s
The row and the ruckus on Patin Rd
Stinky Hebert ducked his head when a flagon of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and fallin' on the bed the liquor splashed all over Tim
Now Tim revives, see how he rises
Tim is rising from the bed
Tequila shots for everyone
Sweet Jesus do ya think I'm dead?
Under the great green oak tree
Tim and the mourners drank til dawn
All the tears turned into roses
Bodies sleeping on the lawn
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
In the morning the house was empty
No furniture or tools
Stripped of copper stripped of wood
No silverware or guns
Last seen in Catahoula, Allemond disappeared
Cissy Landry had her fill, she left Tim and moved away
Stinky Hebert went to prison but the stories never stopped
Levee rats one and all, witness to a miracle
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them wearing clothes made in China
Wearing boots from Vietnam
The dogs in the swamp can feel me
They whimper but I would not hurt them
I comfort a poor dog running on a chain she stops barking and licks my hands
Boats pull up, cargo loaded, I stay hidden
I can see their guns
They are afraid
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them
The dogs are not afraid, they know I would not hurt them
Mark Bingham - Landry's Wake (feat. Michael Cerveris) Lyrics
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They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Tim Landry lived on Patin Road in Henderson LA
His voice was so refined
Music took him round the world
But Tim was given to the tipplin' way
With a love of liquor Tim was born
Tim went speeding through the day
With a drop of the creature every morn
One mornin' Tim was so hungover just getting up was a big mistake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out across the bed, crystal meth up his nose
And a barrel of whiskey at his head
Cissy Landry fixed the plates but no touched the food
A band was set up in the corner all complaining about some drummer
Fontenot began to cry " such a clean corpse, did you ever see?"
"Oh, Tim, why did you have to die?" "Ah, shut your gob" said Fred Dupuis
Maggie Courville said out loud , "it shoulda been you Allemond"
Then Huval bashed her in the gob, knocked her to the floor
Then the Landry war was on for real
Woman to woman and man to man
Pipes and bats, AK- 15s
The row and the ruckus on Patin Rd
Stinky Hebert ducked his head when a flagon of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and fallin' on the bed the liquor splashed all over Tim
Now Tim revives, see how he rises
Tim is rising from the bed
Tequila shots for everyone
Sweet Jesus do ya think I'm dead?
Under the great green oak tree
Tim and the mourners drank til dawn
All the tears turned into roses
Bodies sleeping on the lawn
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
In the morning the house was empty
No furniture or tools
Stripped of copper stripped of wood
No silverware or guns
Last seen in Catahoula, Allemond disappeared
Cissy Landry had her fill, she left Tim and moved away
Stinky Hebert went to prison but the stories never stopped
Levee rats one and all, witness to a miracle
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them wearing clothes made in China
Wearing boots from Vietnam
The dogs in the swamp can feel me
They whimper but I would not hurt them
I comfort a poor dog running on a chain she stops barking and licks my hands
Boats pull up, cargo loaded, I stay hidden
I can see their guns
They are afraid
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them
The dogs are not afraid, they know I would not hurt them
Tim Landry lived on Patin Road in Henderson LA
His voice was so refined
Music took him round the world
But Tim was given to the tipplin' way
With a love of liquor Tim was born
Tim went speeding through the day
With a drop of the creature every morn
One mornin' Tim was so hungover just getting up was a big mistake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out across the bed, crystal meth up his nose
And a barrel of whiskey at his head
Cissy Landry fixed the plates but no touched the food
A band was set up in the corner all complaining about some drummer
Fontenot began to cry " such a clean corpse, did you ever see?"
"Oh, Tim, why did you have to die?" "Ah, shut your gob" said Fred Dupuis
Maggie Courville said out loud , "it shoulda been you Allemond"
Then Huval bashed her in the gob, knocked her to the floor
Then the Landry war was on for real
Woman to woman and man to man
Pipes and bats, AK- 15s
The row and the ruckus on Patin Rd
Stinky Hebert ducked his head when a flagon of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and fallin' on the bed the liquor splashed all over Tim
Now Tim revives, see how he rises
Tim is rising from the bed
Tequila shots for everyone
Sweet Jesus do ya think I'm dead?
Under the great green oak tree
Tim and the mourners drank til dawn
All the tears turned into roses
Bodies sleeping on the lawn
Spin em round
Dance with your partner
Burn the fire til your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Landry's Wake
In the morning the house was empty
No furniture or tools
Stripped of copper stripped of wood
No silverware or guns
Last seen in Catahoula, Allemond disappeared
Cissy Landry had her fill, she left Tim and moved away
Stinky Hebert went to prison but the stories never stopped
Levee rats one and all, witness to a miracle
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them wearing clothes made in China
Wearing boots from Vietnam
The dogs in the swamp can feel me
They whimper but I would not hurt them
I comfort a poor dog running on a chain she stops barking and licks my hands
Boats pull up, cargo loaded, I stay hidden
I can see their guns
They are afraid
They tell stories about me around kitchen tables
Around fires they whisper
The children are afraid but I would never hurt them
They know I walk amongst them
The dogs are not afraid, they know I would not hurt them
Writer: mark bingham
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