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WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN TO NEW ORLEANS
words and music by Roy Zimmerman © 2005 (Watunes)
[found at http://www.royzimmerman.com/lyrics/faulty_saints.html]

Oh, when the saints go marching in to New Orleans,
Well, they'll be marching with trombones and tambourines
In a wake for the queen of the Delta Queens.

And we can say, "Hey the Big Easy, she took it hard.
We sent the Army; we sent the Navy and some of the National Guard
In time to find our pride floating face down in her front yard."

Yeah, when the levee breaks, it depends how well one prepares.
Will they be on high ground or in the attic standing on chairs
When the waters of rage rise up the White House stairs?

Oh, when the saints go marching in to New Orleans,
When they lay their eyes on those apocalyptic scenes,
They're going to find out what it means to have no means.

So let the cornet blast...and bang the drum.
Let the clarinet wail...let's hear the banjo strum.
To celebrate her great life and her great life to come.