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James Durbin

House Of The Rising Sun

 

House Of The Rising Sun

(album: Homeland - 2018)


Well, 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

Well my mother she was a tailor
And she sewed my new blue jeans
And my father he was a gambling man
Living way down in New Orleans

Well the only thing every gambler needs
Is a suitcase, suitcase and a trunk
The only time ever see him satisfied
It is when he's high on drunk

So mother, please tell all the children
Not to do what I have done
Please don't spend your lives in sin and misery
Living in the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform
And I've got my other foot on the train
Looks like I'm going back to New Orleans
To sway that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of so many a poor boy
And God, well I know I'm one

Yes, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

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