Lyrics:
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
in the world of safe people
And at night, we walk into our houses and burn
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
I, I, Iowa
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
there ain't no gal as true as my sweet Sioux City Sue
I drive a herd of cattle down from old Nebraska way
That's how I come to be in the state of Iowa
I beat it up like a snare drum
That girl make me on it
'Cause every time we in the bedroom
It be soundin' like a marching band
It be soundin' like
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to today's show
Smeraldo Garden Marching Band
in the world of safe people
And at night, we walk into our houses and burn
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
I, Iowa
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
I,
in the world of safe people
And at night, we walk into our houses and burn
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
I, Iowa
Iowa, oh, ooh, oh
Iowa, oh
I,
Marching In"
Here come brother Higginbotham down the aisle with his trombone, blow it, boy
Oh, when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in
Marching In"
Here come brother Higginbotham down the aisle with his trombone, blow it, boy
Oh, when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in
away
I saw people marching in the streets today
You know we are made up of love and hate
But both of them are balanced on a razor blade
I'll paint
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 marching
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
Everywhere I hear the sound
Of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Well,
O when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in (marching in)
Now, when the Saints go marching in (marching in)
Yes, I want to be in that number
School Bands, Parkland, Florida in memory of the victims of February 14, 2018.""
your big brown eyes
the moon is high over iowa at night
the moon is high over iowa at night
and i brought your a blanket
hand woven, hand dyed
the moon
A better day
A big mistake
Heading out of state
Someones waiting, Iowa
Gotta leave to stay
Hung up but you try to much
Runaway to Iowa
To Iowa
I drove a herd of cattle out
From old Nebraska way
That's how I come to be in the state of Iowa
I met a gal in Iowa, her eyes were big and blue
I
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
Everywhere I hear the sound
Of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Well,
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
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