text: There is a house in New Orleans
  They call the Rising Sun
  Its been the ruin of many a poor boy
  God, I know Im 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 realize theres no reply
  The saints are coming, the saints are coming
  I say no matter how I try, I realize theres 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, whats wrong now?
  Boom, cha, hey!
  The saints are coming, the saints are coming
  I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
  The saints are coming, the saints are coming
  I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
  I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply
  I say no matter how I try, I realise theres no reply