goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath the Rising Sun There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
at the Rising Sun So mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend my life in a?? sitting in misery Down at the Rising Sun
1] There is a house in new orleans, They call it the risin' sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh god, I'm one. There is a house in
what I have done Or you'll spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
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
that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun
wit cornrows Blessed to do this Outside jay Do you know the way to the aba One on one He just begun Come to the house Of the rising son I ain't one
HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN 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 I know I'm one
to do the the things I've done Outshine that house down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun There is a house down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun
tell your children Not to do what we have done Spend your lives in chear misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god im one. Im going to tell my baby sister
misery In the house of the rising sun. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun
going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor.
house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun
was young And I've worked since then To please the men At the house of the rising sun There is a house Down in New Orleans They call the rising sun
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was