| | House of the Rising Sun Lyrics Artist(Band):Nina Simone
They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray Now, my mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Lord, is when he's on the drunk Somebody go get my baby sister Tell her not to do, never 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 If you find some error in House of the Rising Sun Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to margajee@gmail.com for submitting the lyrics. Review about House of the Rising Sun tell her never to do.. | Reviewer: Anonymous | 4/19/2007 i think "tell her to do...never to do" was a mistake in the recording i have. i'm pretty sure she meant "tell her never to do what i have done". Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song House of the Rising Sun The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Nina Simone" Music | |
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