House Of The Rising Sun

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Doc Watson - Country, Folk

House Of The Rising Sun

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[Verse 1] There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a-poor boy And me, oh God, I'm one [Verse 2] Mama, she worked for a tailor man She sewed all my new blue jeans And my daddy was a gamblin' man In the town of old New Orleans (Shuffle them cards, Richard) [Verse 3] The only thing thing that a rounder ever needs Is a suitcase or a trunk And the only time he's ever satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk [Verse 4] Boys, fill up your glasses, right to the brim Let the drinks flow merrily around We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy Who rambles from town to town [Verse 5] Now, fellas don't believe what a bad woman tells you For her eyes be blue or brown Unless she's standin' on some old scaffold high Sayin', "Fellas, they won't let me come down" [Verse 6] Go tell my youngest brother Not to do the awful things that I've done And to shun that old house down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun [Verse 7] Soon they'll take me back down to New Orleans To face all the crimes that I've down Then they'll tie me to an old ball and chain Until my earthly race is run

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