When The Saints Go Marching In Oh when the [A#]saints go marching inWhen the saints go marching [Db]inOh lord I [Bb]want to [A#]be in that [Em]numberWhen the saints go [Db]marching [A#]inAnd when the [A#]sun refuse (begins) to shineAnd when the sun refuse (begins) to [Db]shineOh lord I[Bb] want to [A#]be in that [Em]numberWhen the [A#]saints go [Db]marching [A#]inWhen the [A#]moon turns red with bloodWhen the moon turns red with [Db]bloodOh lord I[Bb] want to [A#]be in that [Em]numberWhen the [A#]saints go [Db]marching [A#]inOh when the [A#]trumpet sounds the callOh when the trumpet sounds the [Db]callOh lord I[Bb] want to [A#]be in that [Em]numberWhen the [A#]saints go [Db]marching [A#]inSome say this [A#]world of troubleIs the only one we [Db]needBut I'm [Bb]waiting [A#]for that [Em]morningWhen the [A#]new world [Db]is re[A#]vealed⠀⠀ Sáng tác: Bill Black