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

Cried to my daddy on the telephone

How long now?

Till the clouds unroll and You come home

The line went

But the shadow still remains since your descent

Your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone

How long now?

Till the clouds unroll and you come home

The line went

But the shadow still remains 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

Livin' like birds in the magnolia trees

Child on the rooftop, mother on her knees

Her sign reads "Please, I am an American"

I drown in sorrow from the deepest grief

How long now?

Till the weather change condemns belief

How long now?

When the night watchman is in the fleet

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