Golden Gate Quartet

Oh, when the saints go marching in Oh, when the saints go marching in I want to be in that number When

Don't know why There's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't

The Dipsy Doodle's the thing to beware The Dipsy Doodle will get in your hair And if it gets you, it

Now one time there lived an old man With a very crooked nose He lived inside a log hut And they called

The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn' It was against his religion, but he took a

Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Life can be so sweet On the sunny