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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett
Vocals
John Lovell
John Lovell
Trumpet
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Mandolin
Will Jennings
Will Jennings
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary Gauthier
Mary Gauthier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Schulman
Alan Schulman
Mixing Engineer
Alex McCollough
Alex McCollough
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Casey Wood
Casey Wood
Assistant Engineer
Chris Stone
Chris Stone
Recording Engineer
Doug Breidenbach
Doug Breidenbach
Guitar Technician
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Nutt
Jimmy Nutt
Assistant Engineer
Justin Kessler
Justin Kessler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Producer
Michael Utley
Michael Utley
Producer
Rodney Groinsky
Rodney Groinsky
Recording Technician

Lyrics

The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by
The all stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"
A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind
Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street
Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
So ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown
They circle and sway in their rainbow-colored feathers and beads
They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed
Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
The Krewe of the Crossbones parades in the midnight sun
They march through fire and come out beating homemade drums
While the French quarter queens in their high-heeled drag disguise
Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs
Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's
There's a party there tonight, all the girls are gonna be there
Sippin' wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talkin' trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night celestial bash
Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Written by: Mary Gauthier
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