Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Risin' Sun Blues, artist - Doc Watson. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Song language: English
Risin' Sun Blues |
| There is a house down in New Orleans |
| They call the Rising Sun |
| And it’s been the ruin of a many poor boy |
| And me, oh God, I’m one |
| Go tell my youngest brother for me |
| Not to do the things I’ve done |
| But to shun that house down in New Orleans |
| They call the Rising Sun |
| Oh, well, the only thing that a rounder needs |
| Is a suitcase or a trunk |
| And the only time he’s satisfied |
| Is when he’s on a drunk |
| So fill up your glasses to the brim |
| Let the drinks flow merrily 'round |
| And we’ll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy |
| Who goes from town to town |
| Now, boys, don’t believe what a bad girl tells you |
| Though her eyes be blue or brown |
| Unless she’s on some scaffold high |
| Sayin', «Boys, I can’t come down» |
| They’ll take me back down to New Orleans |
| To face the crimes I’ve done |
| And they’ll tie me to a ball and chain |
| Until my race is run |