Song parody of
Roll My Blues Away / When the Saints Go Marching In (Remastered)
by The Pomegranate County Irregulars
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Norman Reed was driving one day
He found a place to stay
Looked in a drawer and found a book
Decided to have a look
Put down the book and picked up the phone
Night clerk, Don't want to be alone
Got directed, went on his way
To a church to sit and pray
Folded hands, waiting to pray
Had to think just what to say
Don't want fame, women, or cash
It came to him in a flash
Roll the stone Roll that stone away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll the stone away
Roll my pain, roll my pain away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my pain away
Roll my blues. Roll my blues away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my blues away
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh when the sun, refuse to shine
Oh when the sun refuse to shine
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Yvonne Green was driving one day
She found a place to stay
Got directed, went on her way
To a church to sit and pray
Roll my blues. Roll my blues away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my blues away
Norman Reed was driving one day
He found a place to stay
Looked in a drawer and found a book
Decided to have a look
Put down the book and picked up the phone
Night clerk, Don't want to be alone
Got directed, went on his way
To a church to sit and pray
Folded hands, waiting to pray
Had to think just what to say
Don't want fame, women, or cash
It came to him in a flash
Roll the stone Roll that stone away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll the stone away
Roll my pain, roll my pain away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my pain away
Roll my blues. Roll my blues away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my blues away
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh when the sun, refuse to shine
Oh when the sun refuse to shine
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine
Oh, when the saints, go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Yvonne Green was driving one day
She found a place to stay
Got directed, went on her way
To a church to sit and pray
Roll my blues. Roll my blues away
Too big for me but not for you
Please roll my blues away
