The 
            First Line 
            The Second Line | 
        
         
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          rain 
            like holy 
            hell on Jackson Square | 
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          bobbing 
            along below 
            the dead a brand 
            new Panama 
            Gambler's hat on  
            Rue Royal | 
        
         
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          what 
            cleans the 
            street's not always 
            good for bidness | 
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          The 
            First Line 
            The Second Line | 
        
         
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          Fais 
            do do | 
        
         
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          there 
            she goes 
            again black 
            hawker in 
            yellow cotillion gown | 
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          FRESH 
            FRESH 
            CRAWFISH 
            GET EM 
            FRESH | 
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          but 
            can't begin without 
            the First 
            Line  | 
        
         
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          The 
            Quarter 
            The Quarter no 
            not preoccupied 
            no The 
            Quarter's merely 
            occupied 
            by death | 
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          The 
            Second Coming's the 
            coming second | 
        
         
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          waiter 
            with nicotine 
            stains on his shirt he 
            crosses St. Ann 
            to the peacock-tail mask 
            shop where the woman 
            behind the register says 
            He's a nice 
            boy comes to me 
            for cigarettes | 
        
         
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          The 
            First Time 
            The Second Time 
            The tiny 
            time  | 
        
         
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          it's 
            not the 
            heat it's 
            the humanity not 
            the street but the 
            proximity not 
            the beat but 
            the timidity | 
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          Po' 
            girl yellow 
            girl Po' 
            boy blue boy | 
        
         
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          brand 
            new white 
            Panama Gambler's 
            hat motionless under 
            St. Peter's 
            arcade where the darkly 
            draped fortune teller 
            says All right 
            goddammit here's 
            the deal five dollars and I'll 
            tell you just the 
            good parts  | 
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          The 
            second's 
            coming  | 
        
         
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          Po' 
            mules Po' Emily 
            Po' Jose hang 
            their heads in the holy 
            hell raining on 
            Jackson Square | 
        
         
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          Two 
            lines two 
            bits two 
            times too much | 
        
         
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          told 
            fortunes 
            in Manhattan 
            Houston here it's 
            all the same the 
            same  | 
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          blue 
            notes are 
            the rue notes | 
        
         
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          Two 
            lips two 
            arms two shoes | 
        
         
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             Po' 
              Po' Po' 
              skeletons 
              in their 
              Po' earth above 
              The Second Line 
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          how 
            much 
            more for the bad 
            parts  | 
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          To 
            the grave to 
            the wake two 
            shoes too sad 
            too glad | 
        
         
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          hey 
            guard my folding 
            chair I need 
            a drink | 
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          Po' 
            girl Po' boy 
            hawking bobbing rain 
            like holy hell bobbing 
            along in The Second 
            Line hawking like 
            holy hell paying 
            for the good parts | 
        
         
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          the 
            tiny time so 
            tiny so 
            straight  | 
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          The 
            First Line's 
            above 
            The Second Line's 
            below below the 
            sea below 
            the dead the skeletons and 
            their earth | 
        
         
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          FRESH 
            FRESH 
            GET EM | 
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          Fais 
            do 
            do  | 
        
         
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          The 
            coming 
            second First 
            Line levee Second 
            Line the dead 
            in their meadows 
            the quick on 
            their horns | 
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          death's 
            the 
            occupation life's 
            the rest | 
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          The 
            Second Line 
            The First Line |