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

Oh, when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in I want to be in that number I still, want to be in that number When the sun refuses to shine I'm going to sing aloud and thunder Oh, when the saints go marching in Yes, I want to be in

This world can hurt you It cuts you deep and leaves a scar Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart Well, there's broken silence By thunder crashing in the dark (crash in the dark) And this broken record Spin endless circles in the bar (spin

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love You must have showers So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven For you and me Every time it rains It rains pennies from heaven

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

Baby without warning Had my heart stormin' The moon went hiding Stars quit shining Rain was dropping Thunder 'n lightning You wrecked my whole world when you came And hit me like a hurricane You hit me like a hurricane

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers So, when you hear it thunder, don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?

For something that might never ever show it's face again I promise that I've heard too much I'm ready, tell me It seems ridiculous to trust And I don't wanna wait I don't wanna wait But I don't wanna wait today And none of your games you play They say

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

This world can hurt you It cuts you deep and leaves a scar Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart Well, there's broken silence By thunder crashing in the dark (crash in the dark) And this broken record Spin endless circles in the bar (spin