Lyrics:

There is a house in New Orleans,
their called the silver dawn,
It's been the ruin many of a poor boy,
and God, I know I'm one.

Verse 1
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,
you're decent.

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 shadows still remain since your descent,
you're decent.

Woah! Cha! Hey!

Chorus 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.

new birth, rebirth,
trombone shorty.

verse 3
living like birds in the magnolia trees,
crowd on the roof top mama on her knees.
my signs make please I,m an American.

Verse 4
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief,
what's wrong now?

Woah! Cha! Hey!

Chorus 2
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.