Verse 1:
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
Verse 2:
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down, the line went
But the shadow still remains since your descent, you descent
Verse 2
Boom, cha, hey!
Chorus:
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
Verse 3:
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now?
Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now?
When the nightwatchman lets in the thief, whats wrong now?
chorus