Shannon McNally - In My Own Second Line lyrics

Tonight the streets are quiet The battleships are docked Angels working on the chariot wheel Ghosts wait for daylight cast no shadow Your orishas took my beer My memories have moved on A drop of spirits on the tongue As we burn the photographs Might as well be looking up From the bottom of the sea Extinction of that beam to heaven Rainbows at the serpents' tail Remember the hills and the valleys below Poly Ann drove steel like a man And I see you in each step I take In every sugar pine I'm standing still in time In my own second line Out on interstates where truckers roll Carrying gold from town to town Wanna hide away like Jean Lafitte Get drunk on the money till judgment day Sooth the sorrow, heal the wounds Beautiful fields lie just beyond Starry crown on my head I know this time ain't long Oh Willy, oh Willy I'm afraid of your ways Your soldiers of pleasure With your fife and drums Watch the empire crumble In your private disgrace A drop of spirits on the tongue As we burn the photographs