You might think there's nothing left but ashes
In a box on a table at Crosby's Bar
But there's more than meets the eye
You didn't leave us when you died
Your spirit will live on in what we do and who we are
Aunt Betty's gonna tell us stories 'bout the family
Daughter Susan is gonna sing your favorite song
Cousin Perry will spend the day
Tellin' tales of the blue and gray
And the Cajun will keep pickin' all night long
We'll be putting down the brisket and tequila
Down in Kerrville with the Seekers of the Shade
'Cause a piece of you lives on
Not only in this song
But in all the lives you touched and every friendship that you made
We're gonna go up to Maine and eat some clams and lobsters
Bite the worm down in sunny Cancun bay
We'll be home by Christmas Eve
Tellin' tales you won't believe
And we'll swim in Barton Springs on New Year's Day
Well Greg's gonna walk the aisles up at Carlisle
Bringing smiles just like you used to do
Uncle Dave's got a whiskey toast
I'll be driving coast to coast
And your smilin' face will live on in the heart of widow Sue
We're gonna jump across the mighty Mississippi
Way up north where it's just a little stream
Brother Bill's gonna keep an eye
On the kin you left behind
For you taught us how to live and you showed us how to dream
We're gonna go up to Maine and eat some clams and lobsters...
Yeah, we're gonna go up to Maine and suck on the heads of lobsters
Like a Cajun gone home to Frenchman Bay
We'll be home by Christmas Eve
Tellin' tales you won't believe
And we'll swim in Barton Springs on New Year's Day
Writer(s): Richard Slaid Cleaves
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