Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Traveling, artist - Woodie Guthrie. Album song Emblematic Figure of the Hobos, in the genre Date of issue: 02.08.2020
Record label: ISIS
Song language: English
Hard Traveling |
| There is a house in New Orleans |
| You call the Rising Sun |
| It’s been the ruin of many-a poor soul |
| And me, Oh God I’m one |
| If I had listened to what momma said |
| Being home today |
| Being so young and foolish poor girl |
| Let a gambler lead me astray |
| My mother she’s a tailor |
| Sows those blue, blue jeans |
| My sweatheart he is a drunkard Lord God |
| Drinks down in New Orleans |
| He fills his glasses to the brim |
| Passes them around |
| The only pleasure that he gets out of live |
| Is a-hoboin' from town to town |
| The only thing this drunkard needs |
| Is a suitcase and a trunk |
| Only time that he’s half satisfied |
| Is when he’s on a drunk |
| Go and tell my baby sister |
| Never do like I have done |
| Shun that house down in New Orleans |
| That they call the Rising Sun |
| With one foot on the platform |
| One foot on the train |
| I’m going back down to New Orleans |
| To wear my ball and my chain |
| My live is allmost over |
| My race is allmost done |
| Going back down to New Orleans |
| To that house of the Rising Sun |
| RS |