JOAN BAEZHouse Of The Rising Sun Lyrics
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 God, for one.
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 I have done,
but shun that 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 that rising sun.
Songwriter(s): Mary Allin Travers, George Robert Woosey, Joan Baez, Scarlett Wrench
Copyright: Gabriel Earl Music, Mapape Lake Publishing Co., Cote Basque Music Publishing Ltd.
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