| Song | Wheel Inside the Wheel |
| Artist | Mary Gauthier |
| Album | Mercy Now |
| 作曲 : 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 it's 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 | |
| Spy boy meets spy boy, 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 | |
| And 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 Pierces | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : 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 it' s 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 | |
| Spy boy meets spy boy, 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 | |
| And 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 Pierces | |
| 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 |