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