There is a house in New Orleans Call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one If I'd listened what my mama said Be at home today Bein' so young And foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray My mother was a tailor Sews new blue jeans My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me Oh God, I'm one. My mother was a taylor She sowed these old blue jeans My father was a gambler Lord, down in New Orleans. Go tell my baby sister Not to do the the things I've done Outshine that house down in New Orleans They call the Rising sun. There is a house down in NewBecome A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! There is a house in New Orleans You call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor soul And me, oh God, I'm one If I'd listened to what mama said I'd be at home today Being so young and foolish, poor girl I let a gambler lead me astray My mother she's a tailor Sews those Mar 14, 2019 · the house called the Setting Sun. My mother was a tailor. she sold this uniform. My darling she's a drinker. and god she likes drinkin' in New Berlin. I'm goin' back to New Berlin. my burden drives me there. I'll stay there for the rest of my life. at the house of the Setting Sun. 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. WGtyT. 401 296 14 153 55 243 111 200 21
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