There is a house in New orleans
they call the Superdome
and it´s been the ruin of many poor boy
and god I know I´m one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
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Until the clouds unroll and you come down
Bm *
But the shadows still remain since your descent
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Verse 2
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
Bm *
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
Bm *
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Bm *
Viðlag 1
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
Instrumental
Verse 3
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
How long now
This paternal guide once had his day
Once had his day
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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