When the Saints go marchin' in,
Oh when the Saints go marchin' in,
Oh how I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.
I live in a city that's very emotionally involved with its sports team, but it's nothing to the emotional attachment my home town feels to its football team. Any native New Orleanser, any native Louisianaian, will tell you we've tried not to be Saints fans, believe us, we've tried. We were Saints fans through the years hawkers sold paper bags to wear over your face along with tickets, so no one would know you paid money to see the Aints. We were Saints fans through the loosingest team and seasons in the NFL. We were Saints fans when our city was destroyed, when their home stadium became the home of last refuge for the people who could not leave ahead of the most destructive storm in recorded history.
And tonight, tonight we were Saints fans when they came marching back into that home. Tonight we were Saints fans spread across the country, scattered town to town and state to state, and tonight we were all Saints fans togther. Tonight we could get behind our boys and we could watch from inside that stadium or on tv or listening on the radio, and we could feel normal. We could forget living in hotel rooms, in churches, in community centers, in fEMA trailers in what used to be our front yards, and we could cheer on our football team and for four hours nothing mattered but the next down, the next touchdown, the play.
The Saints unite us and help us feel home. A year and a month later, the Saints brought us all home tonight.
Oh how I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.
I live in a city that's very emotionally involved with its sports team, but it's nothing to the emotional attachment my home town feels to its football team. Any native New Orleanser, any native Louisianaian, will tell you we've tried not to be Saints fans, believe us, we've tried. We were Saints fans through the years hawkers sold paper bags to wear over your face along with tickets, so no one would know you paid money to see the Aints. We were Saints fans through the loosingest team and seasons in the NFL. We were Saints fans when our city was destroyed, when their home stadium became the home of last refuge for the people who could not leave ahead of the most destructive storm in recorded history.
And tonight, tonight we were Saints fans when they came marching back into that home. Tonight we were Saints fans spread across the country, scattered town to town and state to state, and tonight we were all Saints fans togther. Tonight we could get behind our boys and we could watch from inside that stadium or on tv or listening on the radio, and we could feel normal. We could forget living in hotel rooms, in churches, in community centers, in fEMA trailers in what used to be our front yards, and we could cheer on our football team and for four hours nothing mattered but the next down, the next touchdown, the play.
The Saints unite us and help us feel home. A year and a month later, the Saints brought us all home tonight.