Walk me up on Canal Street
Give me my last ride with a Brass band and a slide trombone..
Take me home, Take me home to dem pearly gates.
Walk me up.. Sashay and Two Step with patent leather shoes
With white carnations growing out of lapels...
Walk me up with fat women singing old time gospel from second story balconies...
Let the sun sun set on my still face dressed up with no particular place to go..
Send me off eating, carrying on, drinking top shelf liquor
Lying bout old stories, slapping backs and laughing at a life lived
like a half full glass
All the ladies say that man had class...
Walk me up...