Max Childress - Down in New Orleans (House of the Rising Sun)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of a many a poor girl
And me, oh, god, I'm one
If I'd listened what mama said
I'd be home today
Being so young and foolish, poor boy
I let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she's a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, lord god
He drinks down in New Orleans
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's half satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure he gets out of life
Is hoboin' from town to town
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do as I have done
Shun that house in the New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well there's one foot on the platform
Other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life
In the house of the Rising Sun
Written by:
Max Childress
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