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// The Saints Are Coming


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
ItÂ’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know IÂ’m one

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now
Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief, whatÂ’s wrong now?

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming

I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise thereÂ’s no reply