He was the captain of a riverboat ship
Drunk and drowned in the ol' Mississip
Now he lies back home in French Lick
We mark his grave with a piece of red brick

Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Were on our way to the graveyard
Were on our way to the graveyard

The Jambalaya mama is cookin' while you're
barefoot dancing with Uncle Lenoir
Kickin' puddles in a lightning storm
The dog is barkin' at a lime green door.

Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Were on our way to the graveyard
Were on our way to the graveyard

Here come a change in the weather
I feel like I'm more alive
Here come Tremé in its feathers
Dancin' By bye bye Ooooo

Oh here come a yellow cat
Black umbrellas in the sun

We had to hide the mirrors and stop all the clocks
She saved his pinky in a jewelry box
Gone with saints that hide an African mask
He flew to glory on Pontchartrain brass

Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Tchoupitoulas Congregation
Were on our way to the graveyard
Were on our way to the graveyard

Goin' down in the sun to the graveyard


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Tchoupitoulas Congregation song meanings
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