Em D Bm There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone: "How long now"? Until the clouds unroll and you come down, the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent I cried to my daddy on the telephone: "How long now"? Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent Boom, cha, hey! Chorus: Em G Em G The saints are coming, the saints are coming Em D I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realize there's no reply A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now? Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now? When the night watchman lets in the thief, what's wrong now? Boom, cha, hey! Chorus: The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsD Em G Bm |