Rising sun blues Lyrics
Artist: Doc Watson
Rising sun blues Lyrics
Rising sun blues by Doc Watson
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
And me, oh God , for one
Then fill the glasses to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily around
And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
Who goes from town to town
The only thing that a rounder needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
(break)
Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you
Though her eyes be blue or brown
Onless she's on some scaffold high
Saying "Boys, I can't come down."
Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do the things I've done
But to shun that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
(break)
I'm going back, back to New Orleans
For my race isa nearly run
Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
Beneath that Rising Sun
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