Second Line

Steam risin' off of the river at the break of day Light creepin' into Room 218 at the Beaujolais Left you crawlin' 'cross the floor Head ringin', your eyes so sore Bloodshot, drownin', while you down another bottle away The ashtray is overflowin', 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're some things that you just don't lose The street's been creepin' with the barefootin' blues for days Call me from the second line Pour us up some cheap French wine Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to gray Come on now cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away There's a crowd down under the window in a big parade They got a brass band dancin' 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 an' 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 fadin' to gray 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 beginnin' to play Come on now, cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away Cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away