Hey Friends Songtext
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Hey Friends Songtext
I figure they′s sufficient condensation 'cause it′s drippy in the tent
Got all them lake folk a-flutter, 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, ′cause my lovey-dovey's comin′ 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 soak into the cortex)
Lord got just as many mouths as thine holy names
(The air must be wet if you wish it to rise)
Set the tend, bord du lac, gon′ sing and clap
When their eyes look like grits, I open up the backflap
Drag ′em out the back sur de lac backwards-birth 'em past the pain
It′s like a baptism (no, it's not) na, na-nah
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 (from the tide)
Ripped back to life
One only need to tithe
Her body from the slime (from the slime)
So will she rise (will she rise)
But first the price
Aww, hey-y
What?
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, ade in up to the knee
I′m bringin' 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 risin′ up behind 'em like it, like it gon′ take a drink
Goin' 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
Tell him-
Tell him (whoa, oh-oh)
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, now that you got home
Gon′ need a towel sop up all the butter
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let's dance
Got all them lake folk a-flutter, 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, ′cause my lovey-dovey's comin′ 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 soak into the cortex)
Lord got just as many mouths as thine holy names
(The air must be wet if you wish it to rise)
Set the tend, bord du lac, gon′ sing and clap
When their eyes look like grits, I open up the backflap
Drag ′em out the back sur de lac backwards-birth 'em past the pain
It′s like a baptism (no, it's not) na, na-nah
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 (from the tide)
Ripped back to life
One only need to tithe
Her body from the slime (from the slime)
So will she rise (will she rise)
But first the price
Aww, hey-y
What?
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, ade in up to the knee
I′m bringin' 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 risin′ up behind 'em like it, like it gon′ take a drink
Goin' 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
Tell him-
Tell him (whoa, oh-oh)
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, now that you got home
Gon′ need a towel sop up all the butter
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let′s dance (tonight)
Let's dance (tonight), let's dance
Writer(s): Timothy Ferrell, Andrew F Volpe, Timothy Curran Convy, Matthew Alan Palermo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com