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הצג גם אקורדים
| There is a house in New Orleans, |
| They call the Rising Sun |
| 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 |
| How long now? |
| Until the 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 the 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 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 the weather change condemns belief |
| How long now? |
| When the night watchman lets in the thief |
| Whats wrong now? |
| 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 |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
