When The Saints Go Marching In - B.B. King

We are trav’ling in the footsteps

Of those who’ve gone before

And we’ll all be reunited,

On a new and sunlit shore,

Oh, when the saints go marching in,

Oh, when the saints go marching in Lord how I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in And when the sun begins to shine

And when the sun begins to shine

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the sun begins to shine

Oh, when the saints go marching in,

Oh, when the saints go marching in Lord how I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in Oh, when the trumpet sounds it’s call

Oh, when the trumpet sounds it’s call

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the trumpet sounds it’s call

Oh, when the saints go marching in,

Oh, when the saints go marching in Lord how I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in