Rising Sun Blues (Folk Version Lyrics) Lyrics

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, he knows, I was one

They filled, the glasses, to the brim

And let drinks, go round and round

And they drank, and played, the gambler

And ran, from town, to town

The only, thing, that a gambler, needs

Is a suitcase, and, a trunk?

And the only, time, he's satisfied

Is when, he's on, a drunk

Now boys, don't believe, what these girls, tell you

Though her eyes, be blue, or brown

Unless she's planning, to shun, this way of life

Saying boys, I can't, come down

Go tell, my brothers, not to do the things I've done

But to shun, that house, in New Orleans

I'm going back, back, to New Orleans

Before my race, is nearly, run

Gonna spend, the rest of my life

Beneath that rising Sun