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Testo Second Line
Testo 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 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, 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
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
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 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, 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
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
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