Second Line-Band Of Heathens

Second Line - Band Of Heathens 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