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House Of The Rising Sun

Joan Baez


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans
If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my baby sister
Don't do what have done
But they shut the house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun

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