Second Line Style - Hard-Fi

Oh the weight upon your shoulder as you feel you’re getting older

Everybody wants to tell you…

Get a job, check your life, pay the rent and get a wife

Get a loan, pay it off then die

In your sleep, in your dreams you’re on the streets of New Orleans

Mardi Gras, dancing Second Line Style

You were young, you kicked back, All night parties at your flat

You let go but it’s all been a while.

You were cool you had fun, you took no shit from anyone

Front it out with a Second Line smile

Pretty girl, pretty face, made this God awful place

Come alive feel like Vegas on the Strip.

But the weight upon your shoulder as you feel you’re getting older

Everybody wants to tell you…

Get a job, check your life, get a baby, get a wife

Get a loan, pay it off then die

In your sleep, in your dreams you’re on the streets of New Orleans

Mardi Gras, dancing Second Line Style

You were young, you kicked back, All night parties at your flat

You let go but it’s all been a while.

We would run through the streets, singing songs at the police

Disappear down the Second Line mile

Pretty girl, pretty face, made this God awful place

Come alive just like Vegas on the Strip.

But the weight upon your shoulder as you feel you’re getting older

Everybody wants to tell you…

Get a job, check your life, get a husband or a wife

Sing this song as you’re dancing down the aisle…

Sound familiar?

Get a job, pay the rent, hope your pension don’t get spent

By the boss on the moonlight mile

In your sleep, in your dreams you’re on the streets of New Orleans

Mardi Gras, with a margharita smile

Get a job, check your life, get a baby, get a wife

Get a loan, pay it off then die

In your sleep, in your dreams you’re on the streets of New Orleans

Mardi Gras, dancing Second Line Style

Get a job, check your life, get a husband or a wife

Sing this song as you’re dancing down the aisle…