Song Description

A second-line New Orleans styled tune.

Lyrics

Do I have what those guys had?
Am I marking time?
Watch these circles get more furious ?
While you sip your tea, I live to die ?
I said die for a thing I?m not sure of no more,
And the fine line?s getting thinner.

Think of a man I kew one time
How I bowed below his wrath ?
My old man found his hope in a bottle
Looks like he?s drinking his last laugh
I said laugh, rest assured, they?ll be laughing at you
And the fine line?s getting thinner.

Thought I heard the sound of company ?
But it skipped town with my soul
Lord knows that I cry one more tear
Every time it?s time to go ?
I said go, just go on now,
While the goin?s still good
And the fine line?s getting thinner.

Ain?t nothing I know that can?t be sold
Strange love comes more coarse and more cold
He smiled and laughed, said fold, sugar, fold
He said you ain?t no Joan of Arc
No, you?re sure no superstar
But the fine line?s getting thinner.

You?ve got everything, mister, and ten days of rain
Gift wrapped guts are all I?ve got to give.
Turn my guts inside and out while you stand
In line for some reason to live ?
I said live, mister, live,
Is my poetry so cruel?
Good God that fine line?s getting thinner.