Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' I told ya' how to think about

Mother and father I wanna make you proud Brothers and sisters Let me scream out loud I love you all I love it, yeah Thank you for everything I love it, yeah yeah yeah I've never been religious

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

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,

I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers And I, I believe we're made to be here for each other And we'll never fall if we walk hand in hand Put a world that seems broken together again Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins Love will, love can,

Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face Don't mind people grinnin' in your face You just bear this in mind, a true friend is hard to find You know your mother would talk about you Your own sisters and your brothers too They just don't care how you're

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,

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right I'm out here on the front lines I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to

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