There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Superdome
It’s been the ruin of many a
poor boy
God, I know I’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 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 watchman lets in
the thief, what’s wrong now?
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
I say no matter how I try, I
realise there’s no reply
