There is a house in New Orleans its called the Superdome
Its been our place for many us poor boys
and 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 shadow still reamins 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 shadow still reamins since your descent, your descent

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
oohhhhhh

New birth, rebirth, trombone shooting
Were living like birds and nest in all your trees
down on the rooftop, motor on our knees
Topside hear us please, I AM IN AMERICA!

The drowning sorrow fills the deepest grief, how long now?
When a weather change condemns belief, how long now?
When the nightwatchman lets in the thief, what's wrong now?

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

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Writer(s): Richard Jobson, Stuart Adamson