The saints are coming

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 * how long now Until the clouds unroll and you come down * the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent * your descent Instrumental NC, NC, ¦¦ ¦¦ Verse 2 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 Link 1 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 Link 2 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