Wheel Inside the Wheel - Mary Gauthier

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Embed: 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
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Wheel Inside the Wheel 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 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

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Mary Gauthier (born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1962) is an American country and folk singer/songwriter. Given up at birth by a mother she never knew, Mary was adopted. At age 15, she ran away from home and stole her parents' car, and spent the next several years in detox, halfway houses, and living with friends; she spent her 18th birthday in jail. These experiences provided fodder for her songwriting later on (particularly her song "Drag Queens in Limousines"). Later on, she enrolled at Louisiana State University as a philosophy major, but after five years there, dropped out due to drug problems and moved to Boston. After working waitress jobs and eventually being promoted to manager of the restaurant where she worked, financial backers paid her way to attend the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts and she opened a Cajun restaurant in Boston's Back Bay neighborhood, "Dixie Kitchen" (also the title of her first album). She wrote her first song at age 35. After the release of her first album, she sold her share in the restaurant to finance her second album, Drag Queens in Limousines. Gauthier is an out lesbian and two of the songs on her first album, "Goddamn HIV" and "Skeleton Town", dealt with AIDS.

Her surname is pronounced "go-chay." Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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