Second Line - Maria Muldaur

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