The Saints Are Coming sing and play along

There is a house in New Orleans

they call The Rising Sun.

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

'til the clouds unroll and you come home?

The line went.

But the shadows still remain since your descent,

your descent.

Whoa! Cha!

Hey! 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.

A 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.