Roy Zimmerman
When the Saints Go Marchin In to New Orleans
Oh, when the saints go marching in to New OrleansWell, they'll be marching with trombones and tambourinesIn a wake for the queen of the Delta QueensAnd we can say, "Hey the Big Easy, she took it hard,We sent the Army, we sent the Navy and some of the National GuardIn time to find our pride floating face down in her front yard"Yeah, when the levee breaks it depends how well one preparesWill they be on high ground or in the attic standing on chairsWhen the waters of rage rise up the White House stairsOh, when the saints go marching in to New OrleansWhen they lay their eyes on those Apocalyptic scenesThey're going to find out what it means to have no meansSo let the cornet blast...and bang the drumLet the clarinet wail...let's hear the banjo strumTo celebrate her great life and her great life to come
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