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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Silver dog
Its been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know Im one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now
Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief, whats wrong now?
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply