Wheel Inside the Wheel Lyrics
| Song | Wheel Inside the Wheel |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Take the Weather with You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Mary Gauthier Music：Mary Gauthier | |
| 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 into the midnight sun | |
| They march through the 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 tonight and all the girls are gonna be there | |
| Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking 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 |
| Lyrics: Mary Gauthier Music: Mary Gauthier | |
| 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 into the midnight sun | |
| They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums | |
| While the French Quarter Queens in their highheeled 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 tonight and all the girls are gonna be there | |
| Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking 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 |
| Lyrics: Mary Gauthier Music: Mary Gauthier | |
| 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 into the midnight sun | |
| They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums | |
| While the French Quarter Queens in their highheeled 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 tonight and all the girls are gonna be there | |
| Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking 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 |
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