Текст песни Rising Sun Blues

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy

And me, oh God , for one

Then fill the glasses to the brim

Let the drinks go merrily around

And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy

Who goes from town to town

The only thing that a rounder needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

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Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you

Though her eyes be blue or brown

Onless she's on some scaffold high

Saying "Boys, I can't come down."

Go tell my youngest brother

Not to do the things I've done

But to shun that house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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I'm going back, back to New Orleans

For my race isa nearly run

Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life

Beneath that Rising Sun