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drinks down in new orleans
Passes them around, fills his glasses to the brim, going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r
To shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun, only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun
one foot is on the platform and the other one on the train
He s a drunkard, to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun
the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
My mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans, going back to new orleans of, the only time he s satisfied is when he s on a drunk
to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun
Fills his glasses to the brim, going back to new orleans, the only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
My race is almost run, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, being so young and foolish
only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town
Fills his glasses to the brim, he s a drunkard House, if i had listened what mamma said
My race is almost run, one foot is on the platform and the other one on the train, it s been the ruin of many a poor girl
If i had listened what mamma said, being so young and foolish
Passes them around, only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town Sun, going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that r
Being so young and foolish, he s a drunkard
Drinks down in new orleans, let a rambler lead me astray Makeba, being so young and foolish
Going back to new orleans, my race is almost run
The only time he s satisfied is when he s on a drunk, if i had listened what mamma said House, my sweetheart
My mother she s a tailor she sold those new blue jeans, to shun that house in new orleans they call the rising sun, my race is almost run
There is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train, my sweetheart
I m going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain, passes them around
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train, i d a been at home today
If i had listened what mamma said, fills his glasses to the brim the, there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun
being so young and foolish