Second Line

Steam rising off of the river at the break of day
 Light creeping into room 218 at the Beaujolais
 Left you crawling across the floor
 Head ringing, your eyes so sore
 Bloodshot, drowning while you down another bottle away
 The ashtray is overflowing, it's full of gray days
 The devil that you knew one time may be the devil you save
 Get up and find your shoes
 There are some things that you just don't lose
 The street's been a-creeping with the barefooting blues for days
 Call me from the Second Line
 Pour us up some cheap French wine
 Pick up your feet, leave your blues fading to gray
 Come on now cut your soul loose, the Second Line's dancing away
 There's a crowd down under the window in a big parade
 They got a brass band dancing in front, oh umbrellas they wave
 They gonna shake it 'til the sun come down
 They just laid old Moses deep in the ground
 Get yourself together, walk yourself right out of your grave
 Call me from the Second Line
 Pour us up some cheap French wine
 Pick up your feet, leave your blues fading to gray
 Yeah, you got to rise up and put on your hat
 You ain't good but you ain't that bad
 The dirge is over, the band's just beginning to play
 Come on now cut your soul loose, the Second Line's dancing away
 Come on now cut your soul loose, the Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away
 The Second Line's dancing away