[Intro – Distant Brass + Footsteps]
[Soft rain hitting pavement]
Down here…
even funerals dance.
[Trumpet cries through the night]
That’s how Louisiana survive grief.
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[Verse 1]
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Midnight second line through the Quarter streets,
Black suits movin’ slow to the trumpet beat.
Candles flicker underneath the rain,
Everybody dancin’ through heartbreak and pain.
Mama dressed in black with tears in her eyes,
Still swayin’ her hips while the choir cry.
Down South grief don’t stay still long,
It learn how to move inside a song.
Snare drum rattlin’ like restless ghosts,
Brass band playin’ for the ones we lost.
Whiskey breath mix with prayer tonight,
Death and rhythm underneath one light.
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[Hook – Choir + Funeral Brass]
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Midnight second line…
Dance through the pain…
The dead still march when the horns gon’ play.
Black suits…
White flowers…
Heaven feel close in these haunted hours.
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[Verse 2]
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Streetlights shimmer off puddled roads,
Every horn note heavy with soul.
Old heads smokin’ while they hum them blues,
Sayin’, “Everybody gotta walk these shoes.”
Some mourn quiet, some laugh loud,
Some throw they hands toward thunderclouds.
That’s the thing about Louisiana nights—
Joy and sorrow always intertwined.
I seen women twirl beside caskets slow,
Like they tellin’ death it ain’t won control.
Because the South know one sacred truth:
Love still move when the body through.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
We cry…
but we dance too.
‘Cause sorrow down here…
got rhythm.
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Blow them horns…
Let heaven hear…
We still carry our dead down here.
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[Verse 3]
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So when my time finally come around,
Don’t bury me in silent ground.
Bring brass bands to the muddy street,
Let the drums and ghosts both speak.
Tell the bayou I came from pain,
But still found beauty inside the rain.
And let the whole South sing my name—
One last time through the flame.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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Midnight second line…
Raise the sound…
Let the living and dead both dance around.
Trumpets cry…
Spirits sway…
Louisiana mourn this way.
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[Outro – Brass Fading Into Rain]
Keep marchin’…
the dead still listening.
