Second Line
Lay me down
Lay me down
Lay my body down for me
Now lay me down
Lay me down
Cut loose my body
And set my spirit free
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Now up in New York City
They celebrate life
Work hard all day
Play hard all night
But the city don't know
New Orleans got it right
Best celebration
Of your whole sweet life
Gonna happen when you die
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Now before we're born
We're given our time
To learn our lessons
Let our spirits shine
And when this journey's over
Cross to the other side
The second line brings out the funeral
And brings in our second life
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Lay me down
Lay my body down for me
Now lay me down
Lay me down
Cut loose my body
And set my spirit free
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Now up in New York City
They celebrate life
Work hard all day
Play hard all night
But the city don't know
New Orleans got it right
Best celebration
Of your whole sweet life
Gonna happen when you die
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Now before we're born
We're given our time
To learn our lessons
Let our spirits shine
And when this journey's over
Cross to the other side
The second line brings out the funeral
And brings in our second life
When I die
Now don't you cry
Leave the funeral
Dancin' child
Trumpets a'blarin'
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die
Now don't you cry
Sit round the table
Glasses high
Share a'fine mem'ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Credits
Writer(s): Bianca Mancinelli
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