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The House of the Rising Sun (Live at the Village Gate) - Nina Simone
There is a house in new orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me oh lord I'm one
If I'd listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein so young
And foolish my lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweethearts is a drunkarad lord
Drinks down in new orleans
Now the only thing Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Lord is when he's on the run
Somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her 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
