Glory,
glory, hallelujah
When I lay my burden down
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
when I lay my burden down
You know they call him easy money,
he lived in Treme
They found him with two jaunts
and they put him away
They gave him three years at eighteen
for this much weed
Three years at eighteen,
it's a crime in deed
Here come the bike cops with their harleys
And cigarettes dangling,
mirror shades shining
Gonna take him home,
gonna take him home
Now we're all here to take
easy money home
He come home at twenty,
out on the street
He got much more than respect
from the old friends he'd made
to give him real good weed
to fix up his head
and the dirty black tar
that killed him stone dead.
Here come the white horse
and the black plumes,
crystal carriage shining,
the brass band moaning,
going to take him home, take him home.
We all here to take easy money home.
You know, they call him easy money
He played the horn in Tremé
And it blew it so fine till it put him away
He played with old Danny Barker
He played with the best
And now we're playing for him
As we lay him to rest
Oh, glory, glory, hallelujah
When I lay my burden down
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
when I lay my burden down.
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
when I lay my burden down.
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
When I lay my burden down.