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Clarence Ashley - House Of The Risin' Sun - Rising Sun Blues şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Clarence Ashley

albüm: House of the Rising Sun (Original Version 1932)


There are a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Where many poor boy to destruction has gone
And me, oh God, are one
Just fill a glass up to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily round
We'll drink to the light of a rounder, poor boy
Who goes from town to town
All in this world does a rambler want
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk
Now boys, don't believe, what a young girl tells you
Let her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she's on some scaffold height
Sayin "Boys, I can't come down"
I'm going back to New Orleans
For the race is almost run
To spend the rest of my weaked life
Beneath the Rising Sun

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