House Of The Rising Sun
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There is a house down in New Orleans they call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many poor girl, and me oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans. My sweetheart was a gambler, lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time he's satisfied is when he's all a-drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around. And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. |
Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done but shun that house down in New Orleans they call The Rising Sun. Well it's one foot on the platform and the other put on the train. I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. I'm a-going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run. I'm going back to end my life down in The Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans they call The Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor girl, and me oh God, I'm one. |
House of the Rising Sun
Animals
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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk |
Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one |
House Of The Rising Sun
Traditional
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There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun Its been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh lord, I'm one My mother she's a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My husband he's a gambling man Drinks down in New Orleans My husband he's a gambler He goes from town to town The only time he's satisfied is when He drinks his liquor down |
Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun One foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm going down to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going to spend the rest of my life Beneath that rising sun |
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