Roy Acuff Rising sun Lyrics:
There is a house in New Orleans they call the
Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy and
me oh Lord poor one Go to tell my youngest brother
not to do as I have done Who shuned that house in
New Orleans they call the Rising Sun [fiddle]
Go fill the glasses to the brim and let the drinks
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go marry around We'll drink to the half of a
rounder poor boy who goes from town to town The
only thing a rounder needs is a suitcase and a
trunk The only time he is satisfied is when he's
on a drunk [harmonica]
So shun that house in New Orleans they call the
Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy and
me oh Lord poor one
Lyrics: Rising sun, Roy Acuff [end]