| Song | Dance Back from the Grave |
| Artist | Marc Cohn |
| Album | Join the Parade |
| I used to wake up every morning saying I must be getting away with something here | |
| Every day was like parole before the levees overflowed; I refuse to think it could all just disappear (I refuse to think) | |
| How long before the street car rattles down St. Charles Avenue and beads swing from two hundred year old trees | |
| How long before they walk down long Lake Pontratrain with the smell of just magnolia on the breeze | |
| Yeah I've seen people laughing all the way down to the cemeteries just to send another soul off on its way | |
| Yeah I've seen them dance right up to the edge of it | |
| But this time their gonna dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Well a thousand souls crossed over and they were greeted by an all-star band | |
| And while the saints go marching in there's still hell to pay back down in Dixie Land | |
| Yeah the storms are headed south again and the hour's getting pretty late | |
| Somebody better build that levee its already Mardi Gras at heavens gate (yeah) | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave | |
| Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah | |
| So don't shed a tear for them tonight as they circle and swoop and promenade | |
| They're just carrying their torches and marching in a heavenly parade | |
| No don't shed a tear but take their cue there's only one thing left to do in the name of every soul we didn't save | |
| From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi border dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave |
| I used to wake up every morning saying I must be getting away with something here | |
| Every day was like parole before the levees overflowed I refuse to think it could all just disappear I refuse to think | |
| How long before the street car rattles down St. Charles Avenue and beads swing from two hundred year old trees | |
| How long before they walk down long Lake Pontratrain with the smell of just magnolia on the breeze | |
| Yeah I' ve seen people laughing all the way down to the cemeteries just to send another soul off on its way | |
| Yeah I' ve seen them dance right up to the edge of it | |
| But this time their gonna dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Well a thousand souls crossed over and they were greeted by an allstar band | |
| And while the saints go marching in there' s still hell to pay back down in Dixie Land | |
| Yeah the storms are headed south again and the hour' s getting pretty late | |
| Somebody better build that levee its already Mardi Gras at heavens gate yeah | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave | |
| Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah | |
| So don' t shed a tear for them tonight as they circle and swoop and promenade | |
| They' re just carrying their torches and marching in a heavenly parade | |
| No don' t shed a tear but take their cue there' s only one thing left to do in the name of every soul we didn' t save | |
| From the ninth ward to the quarter to the Mississippi border dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back from the grave | |
| Dance back | |
| Dance back | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Get your tambourines, slide trombones | |
| And dance back from the grave |