(Verse 1) The humidity is hanging like a velvet drape Down on St. Peter Street, there’s no escape From the rhythm drifting through the iron gate Honey, don’t you worry, no, don’t be late The shadows stretch long in the amber glow There’s a secret rhythm that the cobbles know. (Chorus) So meet me at the Preservation Hall Where the ghosts of the legends lean against the wall Let the trumpet cry, let the piano play Wash the dust of the world away In the heart of the Quarter, where the spirits call Won’t you meet me at the Preservation Hall? (Verse 2) Leave your heavy worries in a taxi cab Trade that neon flicker for the soulful slab Of a rhythm section beating like a steady heart Where the ending is just a brand new start The clarinet is weeping, but it feels so sweet Just two strangers swaying to a gospel beat. (Bridge) Time doesn’t matter when the blues turn gold Stories whispered, and stories told Under the rafters where the years turn gray We’ll lose ourselves in the jazz tonight Until the breaking of the morning light. (Guitar/Saxophone Solo - warm, smoky, and improvised) (Chorus) So meet me at the Preservation Hall Where the ghosts of the legends lean against the wall Let the trumpet cry, let the piano play Wash the dust of the world away In the heart of the Quarter, where the spirits call Won’t you meet me at the Preservation Hall? (Outro) Just meet me there… In the dim, blue light… Where the music never really says goodbye. Meet me at the Hall… Yeah, meet me at the Hall.
