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Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

In that cathedral by the hill
We stood and smiled in happier days
The fields along
Walking down Main Street
Getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets
got that short cut way about you
And no one's gonna stare you down
You cook much better on a lower flame
You burn much better when the sun goes down
Well children by and by when the morning comes
All the saints of God together they come
We will tell the story how the Lord will come
And we'll
When the saints go marching in
A for a heart
B for a brain
Insects and grass
Are all that remain
When the light from above
Burns a hole straight
to run
Even the rain to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams,
Even in my dreams

I am restless, I am restless
I am restless, looking for you
I am
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
I've seen them falling everywhere
Like candles fading unaware
Imprisoned by a world of glass
We fight for freedom, but when will we face it

Sinners
While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs
And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for 
If it's all that I am if it's my only
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
Walking down Main Street
Getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose
From a neon sign

I would meet you anywhere
The western sun meets
I am alive
I feel dirt in my eyes
There's no escape when redemption is lost
I'm not a saint
There's no use to looking
No sins to deny
Just my
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
the church believing they're a sinner
And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia

When the storm blew over we made our way
To the old hay wain
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
of yearning for that day
And even in the dead of night we walk by faith
Lord, we stand upon the promise that You made

The sun will rise and light a brand
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time

Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king
of the saints 
And there's so much beauty around us for just two eyes to see 
But everywhere I go I'm looking 

And once I went to Appalachia for my father he
at all,

Crippled by cold, blinded by fear,
Looking for god, but they said he ain't here,
Came out of nowhere, can't stand to go back,
All down to bad
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her