Wheel Inside The Wheel Lyrics - Take The Weather With You - Jimmy Buffett

written by 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 

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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 

Photos 

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