I used to wake up every morning saying I must be getting away with something here
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Every day was like parole before the levees overflowed; I refuse to think it could all just disappear (I refuse to think)
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How long before the street car rattles down St. Charles Avenue and beads swing from two hundred year old trees
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How long before they walk down long Lake Pontratrain with the smell of just magnolia on the breeze
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Yeah I've seen people laughing all the way down to the cemeteries just to send another soul off on its way
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Yeah I've seen them dance right up to the edge of it
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But this time their gonna dance back from the grave
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back from the grave
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Well a thousand souls crossed over and they were greeted by an all-star band
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And while the saints go marching in there's still hell to pay back down in Dixie Land
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Yeah the storms are headed south again and the hour's getting pretty late
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Somebody better build that levee its already Mardi Gras at heavens gate (yeah)
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back from the grave
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Get your tambourines, slide trombones
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And danceA¡¦ back from the grave
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Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
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So don't shed a tear for them tonight as they circle and swoop and promenade
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They're just carrying their torches and marching in a heavenly parade
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No don't shed a tear but take their cue there's only one thing left to do in the name of every soul we didn't save
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From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi border dance back from the grave
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Dance back from the grave
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Dance back
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Dance back
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Get your tambourines, slide trombones
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And danceA¡¦ back from the grave
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
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Get your tambourines, slide trombones
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And danceA¡¦ back from the grave
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Dance Back From The Grave
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Marc Cohn |