Miriam Makeba - House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

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There is a house in New Orleans <br>They call the Rising Sun <br>And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, <br>And me, oh Lord is one <br> <br>If I had listened to what my mother said <br>I'd have been at home today, <br>But I was young and foolish, Oh God <br>Let a gambler lead me astray <br> <br>My mother is a taylor <br>She sews those new blue jeans <br>My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord <br>Down in New Orleans <br> <br>The only thing a drunkard needs <br>Is a suitcase and a trunk <br>The only time he's satisfied <br>Is when he's on a drunk <br> <br>He'll fill his glasses to the brim <br>He passes them around <br>And the only pleasure he gets out of life <br>Is bumming from town to town <br> <br>Go tell my baby sister, <br>Never do what I have done <br>To shun that house in New Orleans <br>They call the Rising Sun <br> <br>It's one foot on the platform <br>And the other one on the train <br>I'm going back to New Orleans <br>To wear that ball and chain <br> <br>I'm goin' back to New Orleans <br>My race is almost run <br>I'm goin' back to spend my life <br>Beneath that Rising Sun<br>