G Steam risin' off of the river at the break of dayG Am Light creepin' into Room 218 at the BeaujolaisC Left you crawlin' 'cross the floorAm Head ringin', your eyes so soreG D Am Bloodshot, drownin', while you down another bottle awayG The ashtray is overflowin', it's full of gray daysG Am The devil that you knew one time, may be the devil you saveC Get up and find your shoesAm There're some things that you just don't loseG D G G7 The street's been creepin' with the barefootin' blues for daysC G Call me from the second lineC G Pour us up some cheap French wineC G Am Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to grayC D G Come on now cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' awayG There's a crowd down under the window in a big paradeG Am They got a brass band dancin' in front, oh, umbrellas they waveC They gonna shake it 'til the sun come downAm They just laid old Moses deep in the groundG D G G7 Get yourself together an' walk yourself right out of your graveC G Call me from the second lineC G Pour us up some cheap French wineC G Am Pick up your feet; leave your blues fadin' to grayC G You got to rise up and put on your hatC G You ain't good, but you ain't that badC G Am The dirge is over; the band's just beginnin' to playC D G Am Come on now, cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' awayC D G Cut your soul loose, the second line's dancin' away
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