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