Miriam Makeba - House of the Rising Sun download mp3

Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun.
It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mamma said, I’d 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done.
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she’s a tailor; she sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he’s satisfied is when he’s on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim, passes them around.
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin' from town to town.
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train.
I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that R