Tim Hardin

Tim Hardin - House Of The Rising Sun songtekst

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There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one



Oh mother tell my sister

Don't do what I have done

Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans

They call it the Rising Sun

They call it the Rising Sun



My daddy was a tailor

He sews on them new bluejeans

And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord

Drinkin' down in New Orleans

Drinkin' down in New Orleans



Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk



I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I don't want to spend the rest of my live long days

Beneath the Rising Sun

Beneath the Rising Sun



There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one
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