House Of The Rising Sun Joni Mitchell
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, for one
If I had listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she's a tailor
She sews those old blue jeans
My father, he's a gamblin' man
Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
You shun that house in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
Well, I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spеnd the rest of my days
Benеath that Rising Sun
Well, one foot is on the platform
And the other one's on the train
I'm going to spend the rest of my days
Wearing that ball and chain
They call The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, for one
If I had listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she's a tailor
She sews those old blue jeans
My father, he's a gamblin' man
Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
You shun that house in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
Well, I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spеnd the rest of my days
Benеath that Rising Sun
Well, one foot is on the platform
And the other one's on the train
I'm going to spend the rest of my days
Wearing that ball and chain
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