The Saints Are Coming (Live from New Orleans) Lyrics

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
For how long now?
Until 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 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
Trump on shorty
We live like birds in the magnolia trees, jumping on the rooftop
Mama on her knees
Her son weeps, "Please, I'm 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