Gary Glitter

Gary Glitter - House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

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There is a house in New Orleans
 They call the Rising Sun.
 It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
 and me, O God, for one.

 If I had listened what Mamma said,
 I'd 'a' been at home today.
 Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
 let a rambler lead me astray.

 Go tell my baby sister
 never do like I have done
 to shun that house in New Orleans
 they call the Rising Sun.

 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.

 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.
 Fills his glasses to the brim,
 passes them around
 only pleasure he gets out of life
 is hoboin' from town to town.
 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.
 Going back to New Orleans,
 my race is almost run.
 Going back to spend the rest of my days
 beneath that Rising Sun.
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Publisher: Machmain Ltd

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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