House of the Rising Sun

Album cover art for "House of the Rising Sun" by Ramblin’ Jack Elliott

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott - Country, Folk

House of the Rising Sun

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There is a house in New Orleans You call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I'd listened to what mama said I'd be back home today But I was so young and foolish, poor girl I let a gambler lead me astray My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord God He drinks down in New Orleans The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time that he's half satisfied Is when he's on a drunk He fills his glasses to the brim And passes them around The only pleasure that he gets out of life Is a-hoboing from town to town Go tell my baby sister Not to do like I have done Tell her to shun that house down in the New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It got one foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm going back down to New Orleans Beneath that ball and my chain My life is almost over My race is almost run I'm going back down to spend the rest of my days Beneath that rising sun

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