House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one

If I had only listened of what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray

Now, my mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Lord, is when he's on the run

Somebody, go get my baby sister
Tell her to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun

Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising

Nina Simone - Lady Has the Blues

Sep 2003

1. Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
2. When I Was In My Prime
3. Gin House Blues
4. I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl
5. But Beautiful
6. See Line Woman
7. The Thrill Is Gone
8. I'll Look Around
9. Blues
10. Ain't Got No
11. House Of The Rising Sun
12. Blue Prelude
13. Spring Is Here
14. Ain't No Use
15. Cotton Eyed Joe