Avenue of the Saints Song

Oh, when the Feds give us the dough,
Yes, when the Feds give us the dough,
Saint Paul will cut the ribbon,
While Saint Louis casts a glow.

Yes, when the Saints coming driving down,
Yes, when the Saints come driving down,
How I want to be on that highway,
When those Saints come driving down.

The Saints won’t charge a single toll,
Both trucks and cars will freely roll,
Yes, we want to be on their number,
When the Saints let the traffic flow.

Author unknown (Words to this song were found in the papers of Robert Rigler,
New Hampton, Iowa, located in the archives at the State Historical Building, Des Moines, Iowa.)