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ABIGAIL BRESLIN lyrics - Janie Jones

House Of The Rising Sun

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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, cuz' I'm one My mother, was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when, he's on, a drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun In the House of the Rising Sun

House Of The Rising Sun

WAYLON JENNINGS "Don't Think Twice"
There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising sun It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me Oh God, I'm one. My mother was a taylor She sowed these old blue jeans My father was a gambler Lord, down in New Orleans. Go tell my baby sister Not to do the the things I've done Outshine that house down in New Orleans They call the Rising sun. There is a house down in New Orleans they call the Rising sun It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me Oh God, I'm one...

House Of The Rising Sun

JOAN BAEZ "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. Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done, to spend their lives in sin and misery in the house of 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. (The Animals)

House Of The Rising Sun

Doors
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans. Now, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, Mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done. Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the risin' sun. Well, I've got one foot on the platform. the other foot on the train. I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I'm one.

The House Of The Rising Sun

DOLLY PARTON "9 To 5 Odd Jobs"
There is a house down in New Orleans Down in the Vieux Carr'e A house they call the rising sun Where love and money are made My father he was a gambler Mother died when I was young And I've worked since then To please the men At the house of the rising sun There is a house Down in New Orleans They call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many a good girl And oh God, you know I'm one So mothers you go telling all your daughters Not to do what I've done To live a life of sin, shame and strife In the house of the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many a good girl And oh God, you know I'm one Oh God, you know I'm one

House Of The Rising Sun

BOB DYLAN "Bob Dylan"
There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town . Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun. Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot 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 down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.

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