~'-_ _____The __ ____Saints _ __ Are __ ____Coming_-'~
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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down, 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 down, the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent
Boom Cha, wohey!
The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there'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 watch them as they're in the depth, what's wrong now?
Boom Cha! wohey!
The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply