a Song for the City

For those who play -- guitars -- and otherwise:



For those who play the guitar and want to reflect:
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There is a house in new Orleans
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They call the Superdome
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor team,
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And God I watched me one

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THE SAINTS ARE COMING, THE SAINTS ARE COMING
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THE SAINTS ARE COMING, TO THE SUPER BOWL

I watched the snap
of the winning kick
and I sat down in my seatI
listened for the crowd sound
to tell me when to weep


I thought of 43 long years
and my daddy long gone
he never said he loved m
ebut he loved his black and gold


I cried for those left behind
I cried for those who are here
I cried for my boy Brett on the ground
But I'm glad we put him there

THE SAINTS ARE COMING, THE SAINTS ARE COMING
THE SAINTS ARE COMING, TO THE SUPER BOWL

The moral of this story
Is not to do what I have done
Don't shed your tears too early my friends
For there's one game left to win

THE SAINTS ARE COMING, THE SAINTS ARE COMING
THE SAINTS ARE COMING, TO WIN THE SUPER BOWL