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House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh God, I’m one.

If I had only listened of what my mama said,
I’d be at home today.
But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord,
Let a gambler lead me astray.

Now, my mother is a tailor,
She sews those new blue jeans.
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he’s satisfied,
Lord, is when he’s on the drunk.

Somebody go get my baby sister;
Tell her not to do, not to do what I have done.
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun.

Well, I’m goin’ back to New Orleans;
My race is almost run.
Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun.
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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/b/o Distrokid, Mute Song Limited, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group, Acum Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer
Steven Lee Lukather, David F Paich, Bobby Kimball, Simon Peter Phillips, Michael J Porcaro, Traditional, David Paich, Michael Porcaro, Simon Phillips, Steve Lukather
Duration
2:58
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mellow_harsher On Dec 06, 2024
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