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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
Well, rock 'n rolling' holiday,
Rock 'n rolling all the way,
Rock 'n rolling' to the end,
'Til the saints go marching' in.
Now when the saints go
Well, rock 'n rolling' holiday,
Rock 'n rolling all the way,
Rock 'n rolling' to the end,
'Til the saints go marching' in.
Now when the saints go
saint.
So lets go way back to the ancient times
When there were no 50 states,

And on a hill there stands Sherman
Sherman and his mates.
And they're
forget
Your heart will hum to that number
When the saints come marchin' in

The cymbals clang, just pound that beat
Sounds like a hundred marching
forget
Your heart will hum to that number
When the saints come marchin' in

The cymbals clang, just pound that beat
Sounds like a hundred marching
Play some pool and listen to that
Tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
When The Saints Go Marching In
By the whiskers on my
song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave
ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
And by
the saints will march in glory
Hear the angels sing along and let go

Don't you wanna be with your brothers
Marching with that angel band
And let go, just
cause I'm livin' for more than just rappin' but that's what happens when

When the saints, go marching in
When the saints, go marching in
When
Come follow the band wherever it's at
Let both of your feet beat time to the drum
And let your heart go rat-a-tat-tat

A flag in your hand,
planning on hanging around
People would go on their different ways
I left to start a band
A note came through the letter box
In your childlike hand
you're pretty
In the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I'm not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
Come follow the band wherever it's at
Let both of your feet beat time to the drum
And let your heart go rat-a-tat-tat

A flag in your hand, a plume
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
They done trying to defeat me, stayed on my feet
When they see me, they salute me I'm the king of the streets yeah
I got them walking like (left,
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin' if I'm not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watchin' the late show by
leave me
Don't you go(don't you go)
Baby no,no,no(baby no,no,no)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
Warlocks in wonderland 
I've gotta megatropolis in my hand 
And a, subterranean marching band 
Makin' noise for the man in the Vatican
Warlocks in wonderland 
I've gotta megatropolis in my hand 
And a, subterranean marching band 
Makin' noise for the man in the Vatican
in the mornin’
And some nights we’ll go out dancin’ if I’m not too tired
Some nights we’ll sit romancin’
Watchin' the late show by the fire

When our
On any other day there'd be a marching band
But I stole away before they cut me down

What say we go, meet by the well?
Don't tell a soul, this is our
When your arms are empty, got nowhere to go
Come on out and catch the show
There'll be saints and sinners
You'll see losers and winners

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