Оригинален текст
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