The Saints Are Coming (Live from New Orleans)

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Superdome

It's been the ruin of many a 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

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 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

Rebirth

Trombone Shorty!

Living like birds in magnolia trees

A child on a rooftop, a mother on her knees

Her sign reads

"Please, I am an American!"

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?

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