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Down On March The Saints

s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have

s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have

cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone that's calling me home And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in And by the whiskers on

on Let's go Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet They're breaking down the wall They

long before Babylon (Babylon) the Great has fallen (fallen) and the saints go marching in (2x) Verse 2: Death is right around the corner don't let it creep up on

Driving rain, narrow shoulder Break down lane, marching forward Gone where I do not know One eye on the open road Stepping out in the great unknown with

When I was a kid, I had a little record I played it over and over, each and every day Sung by a man, named Louie Armstrong Saint's marched right in from

t stop for a second Every man recon It sure would be good to be there Whether Zion or Mecca When gates are finally closed And the Saints go marching in

have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they say They brought their young saint home today An irish sky looks down and