Our Saints, Our City, Our Soul
“Our Saints, Our City, Our Soul” Out of the fire And up from the flood A great team is born Made of guts, steel and blood Their history a low one No one can deny Their new rise a slow one But oh now so high This team that I speak of Is of black and gold And travels the gridiron So brave and so bold Their symbol is royalty We call Fleur de lis And proud New Orleanians Watch it with glee Come Deuce and come Reggie Come Drew and come Joe Come Marques and Terrance Now go beat the foe The course is set plainly There is clearly a goal Go show all the world A storm can’t […]