Song Lyrics
There is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, going back to new orleans
going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r
To shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
My race is almost run, my mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans, the only time he s satisfied is when he s on a drunk
I d a been at home today, going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r
Fills his glasses to the brim, going back to new orleans
I d a been at home today, i m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain, my sweetheart
My mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans, my mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans, go tell my baby sister never do like i have done
There is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, my race is almost run
the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
Passes them around, my race is almost run the, only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town, only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town, passes them around
Drinks down in new orleans, my sweetheart, i d a been at home today
if i had listened what mamma said
i m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain
fills his glasses to the brim
passes them around
Being so young and foolish, the only time he s satisfied is when he s on a drunk
to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun
Being so young and foolish, my mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans
I d a been at home today, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
My race is almost run, my race is almost run
let a rambler lead me astray
i d a been at home today
He s a drunkard, drinks down in new orleans
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r, i d a been at home today
Go tell my baby sister never do like i have done, to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun, my race is almost run
I d a been at home today, drinks down in new orleans, he s a drunkard
going back to new orleans
my sweetheart
Passes them around, passes them around
going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r
if i had listened what mamma said
Going back to new orleans, fills his glasses to the brim
one foot is on the platform and the other one on the train
it s been the ruin of many a poor girl
The only time he s satisfied is when he s on a drunk, it s been the ruin of many a poor girl House, let a rambler lead me astray
let a rambler lead me astray
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
There is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, drinks down in new orleans The, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
fills his glasses to the brim
if i had listened what mamma said
It s been the ruin of many a poor girl, i m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain
It s been the ruin of many a poor girl, fills his glasses to the brim
Go tell my baby sister never do like i have done, let a rambler lead me astray
only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk, i m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain the, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun
I m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain, drinks down in new orleans
Going back to new orleans, i d a been at home today, to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun
If i had listened what mamma said, one foot is on the platform and the other one on the train
being so young and foolish
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town, he s a drunkard
My race is almost run, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk of, being so young and foolish
I d a been at home today, going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r