Second Line Salute

We’re steppin’ off the porch in the Crescent City light

Umbrellas raised high, beads shimmering bright

Gumbo on the stove, the band’s ready to play

Everybody’s dancin’ in the Mardi Gras way

From Treme to the Quarter, the music’s in the air

A little zydeco blend with that brassy fanfare

So gather up your friends, put on your mask and suit

‘Cause we’re marchin’ to the rhythm in a Second Line Salute!

Let the horns roll out, and the drums hit strong

Feet stomp in time to that Creole song**

Wave your handkerchief high, put your troubles on mute

Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute!

We got kings and queens rollin’ on the midnight float

Ain’t no worries ‘round here, just let the good times coat

Your soul with spice and spirit, let the rhythm take you home

Where the fiddles and accordions sing sweet to the bone

Glitter on our faces, feathers in our hair

Everybody’s welcome—throw your worries in the air

Follow that parade, let the trumpets recruit

Every heart to the party in a Second Line Salute

Let the horns roll out, and the drums hit strong

Feet stomp in time to that Creole song

Wave your handkerchief high, put your troubles on mute

Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute!

Laissez les bons temps rouler, you can hear the people say

Grab a plate of jambalaya, there’s magic in the fray

In the swirl of beads and laughter, find a brand-new attitude

That’s the spirit of the bayou, in this Second Line Salute!

Let the horns roll out, and the drums hit strong

Feet stomp in time to that Creole song

Wave your handkerchief high, put your troubles on mute

Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute

Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute!

Listen up, turn me up, it’s the Queen of the fête

I’m takin’ over Mardi Gras, you best not forget

Feathers flashin’, beads blastin’, I’m runnin’ the street

Got that Creole in my flow, y’all can’t handle the heat

Drippin’ sauce like a roux, I’m stirrin’ up a storm

I’m a boss in the bayou, breakin’ hearts since I was born

Gators on my heels, yeah, that’s swamp couture

Snappin’ selfies in the Quarter ‘cause my style’s so pure

Second Line Salute, watch me lead the brigade

I’m the Big Easy queen, you can’t rain on this parade

Crowns up in the air, we let the confetti fly

Let the good times roll—New Orleans come alive!

Let the horns roll out, and the drums hit strong

Feet stomp in time to that Creole song

Wave your handkerchief high, put your troubles on mute

Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute

Yeah, Come join the carnival in our Second Line Salute!