Standing out in the rain Need to know if it's over Cause I would leave you alone Flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm I know this isn't what I wanted I never thought it'd come this far Just thinking back

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah yeah My best friend's brother is the one for me B-F-B, B-F-B My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three I don't want to but I want to 'Cause I just can't get him out

Oh yeah, come on, meet me in the morning Don't it make you want to go and feel alright I received a message from my brother across the water He sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sight So I said goodbye to all my friends And packed my hopes inside a

We'll leave it on the line One in the same Never to change Our love was beautiful We got it all Destined to fall Our love was tragical Wanted to call No need to fight

A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his lovin' wife He wants a chance to give his kids a better life, yes Well hello, hello, hello brother You can travel all around the world

I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

I'm letting off kites over barriers If you want to shine way up! On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas Yeah (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) On my young niggas, on my dumb niggas (ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah) Ay, location

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here