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There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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 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

Boom-cha hey

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

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

What's wrong now

Boom-cha hey

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