Elvis Presley — Down By The Riverside And When The Saints Go Marching In

Let's snap our fingers, clap our hands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's give 'em what the song demands Down by the riverside, down by the riverside We'll hear them playing, keep that beat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside Let's get together, what a treat Down by the riverside, down by the riverside Strike up the band. Start the parade Don't let that grand old rhythm fade Just play that song, play that number When the saints come marching in Shake tambourines. Play that cornet That trumpet horn you won't forget Your heart will hum to that number When the saints come marching in The cymbals clang. Just pound that beat Sounds like a hundred marching feet It's fun to join in that number When the saints come marching in See banners wave. Oh hear that ring We all feel prouder than a king 'cos everyone, everyone loves that number When the saints come marching in