When i die, you better second line

© Music and Lyrics by Kermit Ruffins

Kermit Ruffins * Dec 19, 1964 New Orleans, La
Ruffins writes about what he knows. He’ll pick up a phrase he overhears in New Orleans and turn that into a memorable song. One example of this is his song, “When I Die, You Better Second Line,” a phrase he’d heard the old men at Joe’s Cozy Corner repeat numerous times through the years. http://www.answers.com/topic/kermit-ruffins

Lyrics:
When I die, you better second line.
When I die, you better second line.
You better strike up the band, ev’ry day of the week,
Parade my soul up and down the street,
When I die, you better second line.

When I die, you better second line.
When I die, you better monkey shine.
You better put my coffin on top of the bar,
Put the jukebox on “a closer walk”,
When I die, you better second line.

When I die, you better second line.
When I die, you better second line.
You better put my beeper, on my side,
Otherwise the pretty girls think I’m still alive,
When I die, you better second line.

When I die, you better second line.
When I die, you better second line.
You better put my trumpet, on my side,
For the big jam session, be on the skies,
When I die, you better second line.

When I die, you better second line.
When I die, you better second line.
You better put the gaiters, on my feet,
In case it’s to hot for me, to take the heat,
When I die, you better second line.