There is a house in New Orleands They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. VERSE 1 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 CHORUS 1 The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply New birth, rebirh, trombone shorty Livin' like birds in the magnolia trees, Child on the roof top, Mother on her kness. Her sing reads, please, I AM AN AMERICAN!!! VERSE 2 A drowing sorrow floods deepest grief, How long now? Until the weather change condemns belief, How long now? And once was mainly concdence believe, What's wrong now? CHORUS 2 The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
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There is a house in New Orleands They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. VERSE 1 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 CHORUS 1 The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply New birth, rebirh, trombone shorty Livin' like birds in the magnolia trees, Child on the roof top, Mother on her kness. Her sing reads, please, I AM AN AMERICAN!!! VERSE 2 A drowing sorrow floods deepest grief, How long now? Until the weather change condemns belief, How long now? And once was mainly concdence believe, What's wrong now? CHORUS 2 The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
Writer: Richard Jobson, Stuart Adamson
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management