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 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      The saints are coming, the saints are coming   I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply   The saints are coming, the saints are coming   I say no matter how I try, I realize 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   What?s wrong now?      The saints are coming, the saints are coming   I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply   The saints are coming, the saints are coming   I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply   I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply   I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply