The Saints Are Coming/His Name Is John Peel (BBC John Peel Session) - Skids

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

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

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