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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun There are other women here, oh boy 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, well 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 down the line, well 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 this moment's not right The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right I drown in sorrow for the deepest grief, how long now? Until our weather change condemns to leave, how long now? When the night wash limits in the sea, what's wrong now? The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right I say no matter how I try, I realize this moment's not right