Song for the Saints - Kenny Chesney

Long before a boat anchored the harbor

Long before steel drums filled the breeze

God lifted these islands from the ocean

And they stood strong for centuries

So it’s fitting they were named after men with golden halos

'Cause angels don’t give in just 'cause a little wind blows

We say we can when they say we can’t

See what it is when they see what it ain’t

With blood sweat and tears and a new coat of paint

We’re just a sinner’s choir singing a song for the saints

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

For the farmer in the field of sugar cane

For the drunkard in his hammock drying out after the rain

For the teacher in the classroom, kid kicking cans in the street

For the captain and his barmaid praying down on bended knee

We say we can when they say we can’t

See what it is when they see what it ain’t

With blood sweat and tears and a new coat of paint

We’re just a sinner’s choir singing a song for the saints

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

This brokeness will heal

This weakness will be strong

Let’s lift our voice together

As the saints go marching on

We say we can when they say we can’t

See what it is when they see what it ain’t

With blood sweat and tears and a new coat of paint

We’re just a sinner’s choir singing a song for the…

We say we can when they say we can’t

See what it is when they see what it ain’t

With blood sweat and tears and a new coat of paint

We’re just a sinner’s choir singing a song for the saints

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oh-oh

Whoa-oa-oa-oh