The parade of souls is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In" A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind
Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat As the soul parade winds it's way down Eternity Street
Souls ain't born, souls don't die Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed
Souls ain't born, souls don't die Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs
Souls ain't born, souls don't die Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash
Souls ain't born, souls don't die Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
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