Simon James - House of the Rising Sun download song

i love this version. it's the best version of "house of the rising sun" i ever heard. =)

love this version

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 drunk Somebody go get my baby sister Tell her to do, not 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 sun

There was an old joke in the 1980's: "Let me tell you, two things about God - she's black." Let Nina Simone play forever

Imagine being there...

Feeling the sadness in her voice and her being... being subject to so much hate and besides the hate, just the degradation of being black in that time...

One of the BEST Interpretations..... EVER!!!!!

Songwriters: BURDON, ERIC VICTOR / DP, 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

By far the best verion of this song I have heard. In my opinion anyway. Good old Nina :)

Can't beleive I never heard of Nina Simone till about 2 weeks ago, she can put more feeling into a song than anybody I've ever heard.

Never knew she was such a good pianist with "you never walk alone" beautifully displayed one"s talent. What a sensitive voice!

Who's playin the guitar. The part when she says "sombody go get my baby sister"Oh lawd! Soooo good

Fabulous Nina from the 60s. How she bends the first line is so impressive. NOT ENOUGH STARS FOR THIS MASTERPIECE. Thanks a million, operafiend!

This version, including her's faster one, are both better than any other! She's a godess!

This song and all the others I've posted are off Nina's album/CD "Live at the Village Gate".

This feels like the last thing you’d hear before dying, as some ethereal being replays every terrible thing you’ve ever done before your eyes, and then punishes your soul accordingly.

If there is a god surely he kept sunday just to create Nina simone!

such an emotional voice, respect i saw her in 1968 in amsterdam concerthall.