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There is a house in New Orleans You call the Rising Sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor soul And me, oh God, Im one. If Id listened to what mama said, Id be at home today. Being so young and foolish, poor girl I let a gambler lead me astray . My mother shes a tailor, Sews those new blue jeans. My sweetheart, hes a drunkard, Lord God He drinks down in New Orleans. He fills his glasses to the brim, Passes them around. The only pleasure that he gets out of life Is a-hoboin from town to town. The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk. The only time that hes half satisfied Is when hes on a drunk. Go and tell my baby sister Never do like I have done. Shun that house down in New Orleans That they call that Rising Sun. Its one foot on the platform, One foot on the train. Im going back down to New Orleans To wear my ball and my chain. My life is almost over, My race is almost run. Going back down to New Orleans To that house of the Rising Sun.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 22:39:22 +0000

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