Lyrics:
the saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
On that
Angels of mercy, there's so much to do
The heavens are gray overhead
Angels of mercy, they're calling to you
So march with your crosses of red
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord, I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
On that
Angels of Mercy, there's so much to do
The heavens are gray overhead
Angels of Mercy, they're calling to you
So march with your crosses of red
your butt again
John Brown's green, the devil is red
Mama's little baby loves short-nymph bread
The devil's dream is that he can win
But Johnny is
the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
and I can whip your butt again"
John Brown's green, the devil is red
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread
The devil's dream is that he can win
(Get down)
Listen my brothers, listen my sisters
(Never said we couldn't get down)
Oh, love the Lord lalala Amen ah
The devil is trying to do his work
we're marching toward Algier
For we're marching toward Algier
Not to hail a barren sky
The sifting cloth is weeping red
The mourning veil is waving
in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
On that
I keep chasing that same old devil
Down the same old dead end highway
Riding that storm runnin' through my veins
Like a shot down, tail spun
And mercy isn't critical
Sometimes they even laugh
On their way uptown
So much to do so much to say
In letters red and crystalline
Go marching in
ended in confusion
Don't ask me I don't know what happened
but I am a man with a mission
Must be the devil I don't know
Finally, marching
Oh when the Reds,
Oh when the Reds,
When the Reds go marching in,
I want to be in that number,
Oh when the Reds go marching in...
Angels of Mercy, there's so much to do
The heavens are gray overhead
Angels of Mercy, they're calling to you
So march with your crosses of red
When the saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When
left a hole
The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties
The devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
And I just want to be there when
left a hole
The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties
The devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
And I just want to be there when
Future soldiers of a second civil war.
Razing buildings to the ground.
Marching to the of an off tempo drum
Ducking your head to dodge another round,
The devil is talkin'
I can't move
This hell is cold
The chorus sings
Bag of bones and blood red cheeks
Guilty from the words I speak
Say the truth
of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
Red blow the bugles
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