WHEN THE SAINT GO MARCHING IN
Louis Armstrong


I:     We are trav'ling in the footsteps
       Of those who've gone before
       But we'll all be reunited  (But if we stand reunited)
       On a new and sunlit shore  (Then a new world is in store)

       D - - - / G - - - / D - - - / A - - - /
       D - - - / G - - - / D - A - / D - - - //

V:     O when the Saints go marching in
       When the Saints go marching in
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       D - - - /    /    / A7 - - - / D - - - / G - - - / D - A - / D - - - //

       And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
       And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       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 hallelujah day
       On that hallelujah day
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       O when the trumpet sounds the call
       O when the trumpet sounds the call
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

B:     Some say this world of trouble
       Is the only one we need
       But I'm waiting for that morning
       When the new world is revealed

       (As Intro)

V:     When the revelation (revolution) comes
       When the revelation (revolution) comes
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       When the rich go out and work
       When the rich go out and work
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       When the air is pure and clean
       When the air is pure and clean
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       When we all have food to eat
       When we all have food to eat
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in

       When our leaders learn to cry
       When our leaders learn to cry
       O Lord I want to be in that number
       When the Saints go marching in




Bo Peterson <[email protected]>