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There is a house in New orleans |
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and it´s been the ruin of many poor boy |
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I cried to my daddy on the telephone |
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Until the clouds unroll and you come down |
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But the shadows still remain since your descent |
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NC, NC, ¦¦ Em, F#7sus4, D6, F#C# ¦¦ |
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I cried to my daddy on the telephone |
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Until the clouds unroll and you come home |
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But the shadows still remain since your descent |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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¦¦ Em, F#7, D, F#5/C#, Em, F#7sus4, D6, F#/C# ¦¦ |
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A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief |
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Until a weather change condemns belief |
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This paternal guide once had his day |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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I say no matter how I try, I realise there’s no reply |
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