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i There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun, IPs been the ruin of many poor girl, and me, O God, for one.
2 If I had listened what Mamma said, Pd V been at home today, Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
3 Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done,
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
4 My mother she's a tailor, she sold those new blue jeans,
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
5 The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk, The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
6 Fills his glasses to the brim, passes them around,
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin' from town to town.
7 One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain.
8 Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
Going back to spend the rest of my life beneath that Rising Sun. |
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