Second Line
By The Band Of Heathens
3/11/2012
[G]Steam rising off of the river at the break of day
[G]Light creeping into room 218 at the [Am]Beaujolais
[C]Left you crawling across the floor, head [Am]ringing, your eyes so sore
G D Am
Bloodshot, drowning, while you down another bottle away
The [G]ashtray is overflowing, it's full of gray days
The [G]devil that you knew one time, may be the devil you [Am]save
[C]Get up and find your shoes, there are some [Am]things that you just don't lose
The [G]street's been creeping with the [D]barefooting blues for [G]days
Chorus:
[C]Call me from the Second [G]Line
[C]Pour us up some cheap French [G]wine
[C]Pick up your feet, [G]leave your blues fading to [A]gray
Come on now [Am]cut your soul loose, the [D]Second Line's dancing a[G]way
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
Chorus 2:
[C]Call me from the [G]Second Line
[C]Pour us up some cheap French [G]wine
[C]Pick up your feet, [G]leave your blues fading to [A]gray
[C]You got to rise up and put on your [G]hat
[C]You ain't good, but you ain't that [G]bad
The [C]dirge is over, the [G]band's just beginning to [A]play
Come on now cut your soul [C]loose, the [D]Second Line's dancing a[G]way
By The Band Of Heathens
3/11/2012
[G]Steam rising off of the river at the break of day
[G]Light creeping into room 218 at the [Am]Beaujolais
[C]Left you crawling across the floor, head [Am]ringing, your eyes so sore
G D Am
Bloodshot, drowning, while you down another bottle away
The [G]ashtray is overflowing, it's full of gray days
The [G]devil that you knew one time, may be the devil you [Am]save
[C]Get up and find your shoes, there are some [Am]things that you just don't lose
The [G]street's been creeping with the [D]barefooting blues for [G]days
Chorus:
[C]Call me from the Second [G]Line
[C]Pour us up some cheap French [G]wine
[C]Pick up your feet, [G]leave your blues fading to [A]gray
Come on now [Am]cut your soul loose, the [D]Second Line's dancing a[G]way
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
Chorus 2:
[C]Call me from the [G]Second Line
[C]Pour us up some cheap French [G]wine
[C]Pick up your feet, [G]leave your blues fading to [A]gray
[C]You got to rise up and put on your [G]hat
[C]You ain't good, but you ain't that [G]bad
The [C]dirge is over, the [G]band's just beginning to [A]play
Come on now cut your soul [C]loose, the [D]Second Line's dancing a[G]way
